Chapter 76 Snacks, Obviously
Chapter 76 Snacks, Obviously
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Sure, it felt like a perfect little family moment–but she wasn’t actually his mom. As soon as that thought hit, all the warm and fuzzy feelings evaporated. Happiness was nice and all, but this kind of happiness felt like a house built in the clouds: pretty, but with no real foundation. Totally unreliable.
All Freya could do was hope that one day, she’d meet someone she truly loved, have a boy or a girl of her own, and bring them to the amusement park. Yeah, she’d sit in the middle too.
The pirate ship started swinging–wider and higher. People around them had already started squealing with excitement. Freya, though, let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t nearly as terrifying as she’d imagined. A little intense, sure, but not to the point of nausea. She wasn’t going to throw up.
See? Just like she thought. She was no heroine–she didn’t get to be fragile and delicate. Her body wasn’t built for that kind of drama.
After a few minutes, the ship gradually slowed. Freya felt Louis loosen his grip on her hand, and when the ride came to a complete stop, both of them let go. Aiden turned to her, full of praise.
“Freya, you were super brave! You didn’t cry or throw up–you were way tougher than I expected!”
Freya had only been a little nervous at the beginning, not actually scared, but she couldn’t say that. So she smiled and said, “Of course. I’m a grown–up, remember? But you did way better than I expected too–you were awesome.”
“Lots of grown–ups are scaredy–cats though. Like that one,” Aiden said, pointing toward a woman by the trash can who was clutching a plastic bag and retching dramatically. “See? She’s really sick.”
“Let’s not worry about anyone else. We’ve been here for over two hours already–are you hungry or thirsty?” Freya unzipped Aiden’s backpack and handed it to him so he could pick what he wanted. Then she took off the pack she’d been wearing and pulled out a bottle of kids‘ milk, handing it to him.
Aiden grabbed a pack of cookies, took the milk from her, and said sweetly, “Thanks, Freya. You and Uncle should eat something too.”
Eat snacks… in front of Louis? And offer him snacks? That felt a little bold. Freya hesitated, unsure what to do. But before she could decide, Louis had already taken the two backpacks from her hand.

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