Aria pov
Noah bounced into the living room wearing his dinosaur pajamas, his hair still damp from his bath. Water droplets clung to the ends, leaving dark spots on his collar. He smelled like vanilla bubble bath and toothpaste.
"Mama! Daddy says we can have ice cream!" He launched himself onto the couch next to me. The cushion dipped under his weight, bouncing me slightly. His small body was warm against my side, still radiating heat from the hot bath.
"Did he now?" I looked over at Damien, who stood in the kitchen doorway looking decidedly guilty. He had one hand braced against the doorframe and the other was shoved in his pocket.
"Just a small bowl," Damien said. "He ate all his vegetables."
"It's a school night." I kept my voice firm, but Noah's fingers were already playing with the hem of my shirt. His hands were soft and slightly damp.
"It's also Tuesday." Noah's logic was flawless. "Ice cream Tuesday!"
"Since when is Tuesday ice cream day?"
