Seraphina bounced on her knees on the bed, her curls bobbing wildly as she grinned. "Mommy, today was so fun!" she gushed, rocking back and forth in excitement.
Aurora sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers working through her curls with slow, and practiced motions. She was twisting sections into defined coils, an old habit she never let go of.
"You've been talking about ice cream for an hour now," Aurora murmured, not looking up. Tim sounded like a bad influence to her baby.
"It was the best!" Seraphina threw her arms up dramatically, then flopped onto her pillow. "And Daddy—he's so cool, Mommy. He talks like a prince from a movie!"
Aurora's hands paused. Her grip on a curl tightened slightly before she forced herself to keep weaving. "A prince?"
Seraphina nodded eagerly, still bouncing. "Mhmm! He opened doors for us, and he got me my favorite ice cream! And he called me princess—just like in my bedtime stories."
