Penelope’s POV:

“This is your better idea?”

“Yes. I got salted caramel for you. If you want to try mine, you’re free to.”

I fold my arms across my chest, unsure of which particular emotion to feel right now.

There’s Vincent, remote in hand as he browses through channels in search for a cartoon, and two tubs of ice cream on the coffee table.

He turns to me, his brows knitted together. “What’s the matter ?”

I shake my head. I’m not even sure what to say… we just had sex and he whips out ice cream?

“It’s weird,” I settle on the words. “This…ice cream and kids shows?”

He...