Chapter 7

"It's your last day, Aunt Monica?" Jessica asked, sitting on a chair and leaning on a kitchen counter, her expression falling. "Are you sure?"

"I'm afraid so, sweetie." Monica said, flashing Jessica a hopeful smile as she continued cooking. "Don't worry, though. You know I'll always visit you. Can't stay away from my favorite rascal!"

Jessica flashed her a small smile before her expression fell again. "It won't be the same, Aunt Monica. I'll miss having you around!"

"You know what, Jess?" Monica messed with Jessica's hair, a warm smile on her face. "I'll miss you even more."

Moments later, a sleepy Steven walked into the kitchen, and his gaze locked with Monica's for a moment. Their cheeks flustered, they both looked away, attempting to distract themselves with anything they could see. "Uh... morning."

"Morning." Monica replied, quickly turning her attention back to the breakfast she was making. She felt a burning sensation in her cheeks as glimpses of