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What? We’re having a tea party.

“Not as pretty as you, Lovebug!” I smile, pinching her cheek as she giggles.

Sage pulled out her Halloween costume from this past year to wear—Elsa from Frozen. We’re having a fancy tea party, obviously.

Suddenly, Sage gasps, hands on her cheeks. “Cookies!”

I throw my head back and laugh as I watch my daughter scurry out of her bedroom and into the kitchen, going for the pack of Oreos I know I have sitting on the counter. I’ll give her a chance to get them by herself since I know she can reach them when she uses the step stool.

As I wait for her to come back, my phone vibrates loudly on the purple plastic table in front of me.

I look down at it and smile, seeing a text from the one person I’ve been wanting to talk to.

Olive

Good morning, Hotshot

Lane

I don’t think you realize how much I love when you call me that

God, Ballerina

Olive

Oh

I can’t help but chuckle at her response. I obviously can’t come on as strong with her as I’ve done with other women in the past.

Lane

What are you up to today?

Olive

Not much of anything, honestly

I might spend some time in our basement studio

Lane

You have a ballet studio in your basement?

Olive

Well, my parents do

What are you doing?

Lane

Sagie and I are having a tea party

I hold my phone out and grin, snapping a picture of me in my ridiculous getup.

Lane

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