DAHLIA 

Zac and I were on our way back from the hospital. Haven and Jeff had insisted on going with us, so we took them. 

“Ice cream, daddy.”

“You don’t need that much sugar, Haven.” I said. 

“Daddy?” She was on the verge of tears. 

Zac looked conflicted. I gave him a look — we didn’t need to give in to her every demand. 

“Please.” Zac mouthed.

“What? No.” I mouthed right back. 

“I want some fruits. May I have some, please?” Jeff spoke up. 

I quirked a brow. “Yes, you may. Haven sweetheart, don’t you want some fruits?” 

“No! I want ice cream!” She yelled, tears breaking through her...