location: nico’s home
with: nicolás jansen
The little hand in hers swung their entwined hands back and forth as they walked down the hallway that would lead them to their destination. “And you’re sure you packed everything?” Valentina asked her six year old son, Ivan. His big brown eyes looked up at her as he rapidly nodded his head. “Yes, mommy. I’m a big boy.” He answered, looking at her with the most earnest expression on his face. When he looked at her like that, she wanted to give him the world. “I know you are, baby. Mommy just wanted to check.” She bit back a laugh as she reassured him that she believed him. He wanted to pack his own bag and so she let him (Did she throw some things in there when he wasn’t looking? Of course).
They finally made it to their destination and Valentina knocked on the door. She took a deep breath as she waited for the door to open. This had been her new normal for the last couple years and she was waiting for when it would stop feeling so weird. The door opened and the excited shout of “Daddy!” was all she heard as her son’s hand disappeared from hers and he raced into the home of his father, her ex-fiance. Her eyes locked with Nicolás’ and she gave him a small smile, “Hey, Nico.”
@nicolasjansen
