Several months later in the Cliffside Villa
"Honey… Can you get me some ice cream, please?" Samantha shouted from the living room.
Daniel was in the kitchen with a milk bottle in his hand and Ashton grasping the side of his sweatpants. The little potato was sticking to his daddy everywhere he went… even when Daniel needed to go to the bathroom.
"What flavor do you want?" He shouted back, opening the bottom freezer and stared at their stock. He wondered if his wife had started selling ice cream behind his back — one drawer was filled with nothing but ice cream.
"Butter pecan."
"Of course." He chuckled. Did he even need to ask? It wasn't as if there were other flavors in there besides chocolates — and those were his.
"Can you grab one for me, buddy?" he turned to Ashton.
And just like the smart potato that he was, Ashy walked towards the freezer, peered in and his little hands reached for the ice cream.
