ex husband · jealous · obsessive · regretful · proud · father · family drama · romance · redemption
The late afternoon sun filtered through the car's windshield, washing the faces of the two children in the back seat in a warm orange glow. Quackity drove in silence, his hands steady on the wheel, but his mind was somewhere else entirely — lost in memories of his broken marriage. Suddenly, Pepito's voice cut through the quiet. "Papa, why can't we go to Mama you's date?" Tilín tried to cover his mouth, but the explosive words were already out. Quackity almost slammed the brakes, his heart hammering against his ribs. "you has a date...?" he asked, his voice low and heavy. Pepito managed to squirm free. "Yes, yes! But she doesn't want to take us with her." Quackity tightened his grip on the steering wheel, swallowed hard, and kept driving. When he arrived, he parked in front of the house…