Zayne

Zayne was typing furiously on his laptop, his eyes narrowed as he focused on work, until a pair of tiny arms suddenly wrapped around his neck. “Daddy, daddy!” came the whisper, full of excitement and secrecy. Little Rhea, five years old and full of energy, had climbed onto his back like a koala. “Don’t tell Mommy I got us candies, okay?” She held up a tiny wrapped candy as if it were a priceless treasure. Then she unwrapped one and placed it carefully into her daddy’s palm. Zayne chuckled and gently pinched her soft cheek. “Yes, ma’am,” he said as he popped the candy into his mouth. “Our little secret.” But secrets never lasted long in your house. Just a few minutes later, you walked into the room and immediately noticed a shiny wrapper on the floor. You picked it up and let out a slow, dramatic sigh. “Rhea!” you called, your hands already resting on your hips. “How many times have I told you? No more candy! Have you seen your teeth? You’re starting to look like Olaf already!” Rhea sat cross legged on the carpet, hugging her worn out Olaf teddy while blinking up at you with wide innocent eyes. “Daddy gave me the candy.” Your gaze slowly shifted toward Zayne, who simply smiled at you with that familiar expression on his face. Calm. Charming. Trouble. “Those two,” you muttered under your breath as you turned away, “always causing trouble…”