Sunday

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"What did you say?" Sunday wondered. "Your words were gibberish. You were speaking like a baby."

Zack looked Sunday straight in the eyes. "I said, I don't want you to see anyone. I don't like it that you're with Laurence."

Sunday puckered her lips, annoyed. "What are you talking about, Zachary?"

Zack's hands became cold. "I-I think, I think we should be together. I mean, we have a daughter, Sunday. Wouldn't it be good to be together instead?"

Sunday's eyes became bitter as she looked outside in the pouring rain. She's trying her best to stay calm and understand where the words of Zack are coming from.

"Zack," Sunday said, but before she could go on, Stella cried and called for her.

Sunday exhaled. "I should go. We'll go back on this later."

They never got back to that topic, and things were kind of awkward. Both of them were avoiding each other, and Stella could not even put them both together in the same place.

That night at Stella's room, Zack busied himself with his thoughts. Maybe it's best if I'll just go.

He started packing his stuff after booking himself a flight. The flight he chose is in six hours. 

It was nearing 6 in the evening when Stella and Sunday got home from somewhere they went. The bags under Sunday's eyes were very evident that Zack pitied her.

Zack took the courage to talk first. "Hey, Sunday. Want me to cook dinner instead?"

Sunday sneezed before looking up. "Sure. If it's okay. It was a long meeting today. I just can't with the people."

Sunday lay down on the couch and closed her eyes. Zack wondered if where that Laurence boy is now, but he didn't asked.

Zack went to the kitchen to prepare the dinner he said. Maybe some bacon-wrapped asparagus, creamy garlic chicken breasts, and an ice box cake for dessert that Sunday brought yesterday.

Zack is a good cook. He has always been one.

He made his way to the kitchen and prepared the things he needed. When he was done, he started to cook.

Sunday smiled at the smell of what he was cooking while Stella was dancing in the living room.

When Zack was done after an hour and a half, he called the two to eat. "Dinner time, everyone."

Sunday carried Stella to the dining room, and they all ate like a family. Zack smiled at the thought but then was about to cry when he remembered that he had to leave so soon without Sunday's knowing.

I'll just have to write a letter. I hope she'll understand. I really hope she would.

"Thank you so much for this, Zack. You've always been a good cook. I will really miss this." Sunday expressed. Zack looked down, smiling.

"It's alright. It's the best I can do. I mean, you made me stay here for free, so."

Sunday muched. "Well, you are Stella's father. And she misses you all the time. She's always telling me to go home to you in Baltimore."