Third Person POV
The weeks following Becky’s cautious offer of “friendship” were a test of patience, vulnerability, and boundaries. Freen respected Becky’s space, showing up only for Aya and never overstepping. Becky, in turn, found herself relaxing ever so slightly, allowing Freen into their routines in small, careful doses.
Despite the progress, old wounds lingered. Both women knew it would take more than shared moments and mutual love for Aya to mend what had been broken.
One particularly dreary afternoon, Becky stood at the kitchen window, watching rain streak down the glass. Aya sat at the dining table, her small fingers gripping crayons as she filled her coloring book with vibrant shades.
“Mommy, look! It’s us!” Aya exclaimed, holding up her drawing of three stick figures holding hands.
Becky forced a smile. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart.”
A knock at the door interrupted them, startling Becky. When she opened it, Freen stood on the porch, drenched from the rain and clutching a bag of groceries.
“You’re soaked!” Becky exclaimed, stepping aside to let her in.
“Nice to see you too,” Freen quipped, shaking off the rain like a drenched dog. “Thought I’d bring dinner. Storm’s pretty bad, so I figured I’d cook something warm.”
Becky raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” Freen replied simply.
Soon, the kitchen was alive with the sound of chopping, sizzling, and the occasional clatter of utensils. Freen moved around the kitchen with surprising ease, and Becky, against her better judgment, found herself joining in.
“Pass me the garlic?” Freen asked, gesturing toward the counter.
Becky handed it over, eyeing Freen’s confident movements. “You’ve gotten better at this.”
“I’ve had practice,” Freen said, flashing a small smile. “Aya’s a picky eater. She keeps me on my toes.”
Becky smirked. “Wonder where she gets that from.”
“Definitely you,” Freen shot back, earning a rare laugh from Becky.
Dinner was a quiet yet comfortable affair. The rain continued to pour outside, creating a cozy atmosphere inside. Aya chattered happily about her day, oblivious to the subtle tension between her parents.
“Can we have this for breakfast tomorrow too?” Aya asked, her cheeks stuffed with food.
Becky chuckled. “Let’s see if we survive tonight first.”
Freen grinned. “I think I’ve got this handled.”
Their banter felt almost natural, a glimpse of what things could’ve been if life hadn’t gotten so complicated.
After Aya’s Bedtime
Once Aya was asleep, Becky found herself alone in the living room with Freen. The sound of the rain against the windows and the faint hum of the heater filled the silence between them.
“You didn’t have to stay this late,” Becky said, crossing her arms.
“I didn’t want to leave in the middle of the storm,” Freen replied, her tone soft. “Besides, it’s nice being here. Feels... familiar.”
Becky hesitated, then sat down on the couch, leaving a respectable distance between them.
“Freen,” she began, her voice uncertain. “Why are you doing all this?”
Freen looked at her, sincerity etched into her features. “Because I want to make things right. For Aya. And for you, if you’ll let me.”
Becky’s gaze dropped to her lap. “It’s hard to trust you after everything.”
“I know,” Freen said gently. “And I’m not asking you to forgive me overnight. I just want a chance to prove that I’ve changed.”
A New Rhythm
In the weeks that followed, Freen became a more consistent presence in their lives. She joined them for family dinners, helped with Aya’s homework, and even started picking Aya up from school when Becky was working late.
At first, Becky bristled at Freen’s involvement, but she couldn’t deny the positive impact on Aya. The little girl was thriving, her laughter more frequent and her smiles brighter.
One evening, as they sat on the porch watching Aya chase fireflies, Becky turned to Freen.
“You’re good with her,” she admitted reluctantly.
Freen smiled, her eyes soft. “She makes it easy.”
Becky nodded, her defenses lowering just a fraction. “You’ve been... different lately. More patient.”
Freen’s gaze met hers, steady and honest. “I had to be. I know what’s at stake, Becky. I’m not going to mess this up again.”
A Shared Evening
On another rainy evening, Freen arrived with takeout and a suggestion.
“Movie night?” she offered, holding up a stack of DVDs.
Becky raised an eyebrow. “DVDs? What year is this?”
“Retro is in,” Freen teased. “Besides, Aya’s been asking about old cartoons. Thought we’d start with something light.”
Becky sighed but relented. “Fine. But no talking through the movie.”
As the three of them curled up on the couch, with Aya snuggled between them, Becky felt a warmth she hadn’t experienced in years
A Conversation In The Dark
After the movie, Aya fell asleep between them, her head resting on Freen’s lap.
“She’s out,” Freen whispered, brushing a strand of hair from Aya’s face.
Becky smiled faintly. “She had a good day.”
They sat in silence for a while, the dim glow of the TV casting soft shadows across the room.
“Do you ever think about us?” Freen asked, breaking the silence.
Becky stiffened, caught off guard. “Sometimes. But thinking about it doesn’t change what happened.”
“I know,” Freen said, her voice quiet. “I’m not asking you to forget. I just... I wonder if there’s still a chance.”
Becky’s throat tightened. “I don’t know, Freen. Trust takes time.”
“I’ll wait,” Freen said simply.
As the weeks passed, Becky found herself softening. Freen’s actions spoke louder than words, and while Becky wasn’t ready to forgive completely, she couldn’t deny the progress they’d made.
One evening, as they stood in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner, Becky turned to Freen.
“You’re not so bad at this whole ‘dad’ thing,” she said, her tone teasing but her words sincere.
Freen looked at her, a hint of surprise in her expression. “That almost sounded like a compliment.”
“Don’t let it go to your head,” Becky replied, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.
For the first time in years, Becky felt like they were moving in the right direction—not as a couple, but as a family trying to heal.
-Author Ish
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