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Breakfast
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2026-04-28 15:50:38Breakfast in a house with a two-year-old was a weapon.
Damien arrived at 8 a.m. sharp, holding a small paper bag of pastries from the bakery down the street. He was wearing a hat. He had not brought flowers because the rules said no flowers.
Nanny Rosa opened the door.
"You are Damien."
"Yes."
"Luna has been telling me about you."
"What has she said?"
"That you have very cold ears and need to wear a hat. I see you are a fast learner."
Damien grinned despite himself.
Rosa stepped aside and let him into the foyer.
"Ms. Kane is in the kitchen. Through there."
He walked down the hallway. Luna came barreling around the corner from the opposite direction and crashed into his legs before he even made it to the kitchen.
"Damien. You came."
"I came."
"Did you bring a hat."
He tapped the hat on his head.
Luna nodded approvingly.
"Good. Mummy says you can have breakfast. There are pancakes. Do you like pancakes?"
"I love pancakes."
"Bacon or no bacon."
"Bacon."
She took his hand and led him into the kitchen like she had known him her whole life.
Seraphina was standing at the stove in a soft grey sweater and jeans, no makeup, her hair in a loose bun, a spatula in her hand. She looked twenty-three years old. She looked like the girl he had married.
For one full breath, he forgot how to walk.
"Morning," she said, without turning around.
"Morning."
"Sit at the island. Luna, show him where the plates are."
Luna dragged him to a chair. He sat. She climbed up onto the chair next to him without being asked and put her small hand on his arm like she was claiming him.
"Mummy makes the best pancakes."
"I believe it."
"She puts bananas in them."
"I love bananas."
"What is your favourite colour?"
"Green."
"Mine is pink. But also blue. But also red."
"Ambitious."
"What is ambitious?"
"It means you want a lot of things at once."
Luna considered this.
"Then yes. I am ambitious."
Seraphina set a plate of pancakes in front of him. Her hand brushed his shoulder as she moved past him. Brief. Accidental. On purpose.
"Eat."
He ate.
Luna chattered through the entire meal. She told him about Margaret the cow. About the tractor wedding. About the pigeon that sat on the garden wall every morning, whom she had named Geoffrey. About her best friend at the playground, whose name was Posy and whose favourite colour was yellow, which was, in Luna's opinion, a bad choice.
Damien responded to every single thing she said as if it were important.
Seraphina stood at the counter and watched them, drank her coffee, and tried very hard not to do anything with the feeling that was happening in her chest.
When breakfast was over, Rosa appeared to take Luna upstairs for a bath.
Luna hugged Damien around the legs before she left.
"Come back tomorrow."
"I will ask your mother."
"Mummy will say yes."
"We will see."
Rosa carried her off.
The kitchen was suddenly quiet.
Damien looked at Seraphina. She was still standing by the counter, arms crossed, watching him like she was trying to solve a puzzle.
"Aria."
"Do not."
"I just."
"I know. I know what you just. Do not say it."
"Okay."
She set her coffee down.
"Same time tomorrow."
He stood. Picked up his coat.
"Same time tomorrow."
At the door, she put her hand flat on his chest. Just for a second. Just to stop him.
"Damien."
"Yes."
"Do not think this means anything has changed."
"I will not think anything."
"Good."
She dropped her hand.
He walked out into the rain.
She closed the door behind him and leaned against it and let her hands shake for exactly ninety seconds before she went back into the kitchen and pretended the morning had never happened.
Luna padded back into the kitchen in her pyjamas, freshly bathed and smelling like the lavender soap Rosa used for bath time.
"Mummy. Where did Damien go?"
"Home, baby. He had to go home."
"Will he come back?"
Seraphina crouched down. Put her hands on Luna's shoulders.
"Yes. He will come back. Tomorrow. And maybe the day after."
"Good. I like him."
"Do you?"
"Yes. He listens. The man at the grocery store does not listen. The man at the grocery store thinks I am little, but I am not."
Seraphina laughed. Wet. Real.
"You are absolutely not little."
"I know."
Luna hugged her around the neck. Seraphina held her tight. Tighter than she had planned to.
"Mummy, you are squeezing me."
"Sorry, baby."
"It is okay. Squeeze more."
She squeezed more.
And as she held her daughter in the quiet kitchen, Seraphina let herself think one dangerous thought. One she had not allowed herself in three years.
Maybe Luna was going to have a father after all.
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