Rule #15: Always work as a team.

It had been three weeks since mom and dad's coffee date when we actually started to feel like a team, a family.

They'd done the same thing the following Saturday. They spent the whole morning in that little cafe. I'd catch them texting one another. It was a seriously beautiful feeling.

On the Friday of the third week,
dad and I had dinner as usual. We were getting ready to pick a movie, and a brilliant idea came to me.

"What movie tonight, kiddo?" he asked.

"Why don't we invite mom over?"

Dad paused and thought for a moment. His eyes locked against mine, and he frowned. But as the wheels in his head kept turning, slowly I watched him change his mind. "I think that could be arranged, " he grinned, and grabbed his phone.

Apparently mom did not contimplate it too much, as she soon arrived at dad's.

The first time she'd been here in 10 years.

He quickly reminded her of where things were, blankets, restrooms. I watched from the living room, as they navigated around one another.
Thet were relaxed. They weren't walking on tip toes or eggshells or broken glass. They were truly at ease with one another.

She soon pointed to the fishbowls.

"You have two?" she asked.

"Yeah. The originals died years ago. These aren't quite the same, but they're nice to have around when Eden is gone."

"Still named Kate?" she asked.

"Yeah, Kate."

"And the other one?"

He chuckled. I was antsy to hear his answer to this one.

"Ziva, actually."

"You named a goldfish after me?"

"Two, actually." They laughed.

"Why?" she asked.

"You weren't here."

"I'm sorry Tony," mom began.

"Shhh. Not tonight. Maybe sometime, but not today. Our daughter's a little snoop."

"You got that right!" I called, getting up off of the couch to make popcorn.

The movie chosen was the Sound of Music, which dad can only half stand. During it, we ate all the popcorn and everyone was
sprawled out and separated. I was on the floor and mom and dad on opposite ends of the couch.

It ended, and none of us were tired. Usually my movie nights with dad don't end until its the wee hours of Saturday morning. And tonight, no exception.

When we started 50 First Dates, I got extra pillows and blankets out of the closet. I snuggled up in between mom and dad on the couch. We were all squished
together. I felt warm, I felt safe. It feels so much better when we're all together. We fit like puzzle pieces. I know that we can be a family. For the first time in my life, mom and dad can be in love. It can happen all right before my eyes.

As time moved on, mom and dad got closer and closer on the couch. I got up to go get a can of Sprite, and when I got back, there was no longer a spot for me on the couch. She'd slumped over onto his shoulder. They were
both half asleep, and his fingers were playing with the ends of her hair.

I wrapped myself in the blanket I'd had on the floor, and sat in the recliner until the movie ended. Mom and dad were then both out.

It was the most adorable little sight, his arm around her and resting in her back, her head now on his chest.

With that image in my head, I
shut the lights and TV off and made my way to bed. I checked me phone, and saw that Conner and Delilah had sent me a texts.

"Free tomorrow? Girls' day with Kelly and I?"

"Mom wants you to answer your texts. I think she wants to be your girlfriend."

Conner thinks its creepy that his Mom and I are friends. I'm sorry, but Delilah is sunshine and I adore her. He makes fun of it
though. He got a :p for a reply, and Delilah got a, "My parents are kind of back together, and I'm hoping for some sort of domestic breakfast baking experience tomorrow morning, so I'll take a rain check."

Conner sent his love and Delilah sent her best wishes, and I fell asleep happy to be alive.

My parents may be in love. If they aren't now, they will be very soon.