Recommended music: "Head Over Feet" by Alanis Morisette.
"I'm an idiot."
"For starters, yes. Now, move your foot and get out."
Andrea's hand clasped the knob to her front door, unable to shut it completely due to Jesse's sneaker-clad foot wedged in it. Part of her felt bad for demanding he leave, since it was thanks to him she and her son were able to live in this decent house and neighborhood to begin with. But another part of her contested that his past, unwarranted generosity towards them didn't excuse him from showing up unannounced, especially after he'd left things with them. With her.
"I never shoulda ended it," he persisted.
"Not the way you did," she retorted coldly.
"I wanna make it right."
His pleading gaze and earnestness nearly made her waver…but she couldn't. For her own sake and Brock's, she couldn't go on letting men do this to her. "You had your chance," she declared.
"Give me another one. Please, Andrea."
"You don't realize how much you hurt us," she stated plainly. "I thought you were different, but you dropped me when the going got tough, just like the rest of them. No matter what I do, it happens time and again. I can't have that anymore. And I can't have Brock looking up to somebody he can't depend on."
She could tell in his silence that one hit home. "…I thought I was making the right choice. It won't happen again, I promise." Silence again. "The last thing I wanted was to hurt him, or you."
"Well, you did."
"Let me make it up to you," Jesse pleaded softly.
He held out a single, white plastic bag just in view of the crack in the doorway. Andrea's eyes went alight the instant she saw its contents. A smile stretched across her face, and she swung the door open to welcome him in.
"Mmmm…God, that's so good," Andrea murmured deeply, her eyes closed in inexpressible bliss. "If you had done this before, there'd have been no way I'd have let you leave."
He gave a hopeful grin. "So, does this mean we're…?"
"Oooh, yes. Together again. You did so well, you've convinced me."
"By the way, plenty more where that came from." He lured her forehead toward him to plant a kiss.
Andrea licked her finger and pursed her lips to relish the flavor. "I mean, how did you know my favorite flavor was rum raisin?" She dipped her spoon into the Häagen-Dazs tub and scooped out another helping of the delicious beige ice cream, which her eager mouth readily slurped down.
"Brock told me when I took him out to Coldstone Creamery that one time."
"Oh, yeah," she remembered. "You two were inseparable."
"I missed him," he confessed. "And you."
"I missed you, too." She returned the kiss, and then closed the lid on the ice cream tub. "I don't think I could eat another bite."
"I'll save the rest for you," Jesse offered. "I bet Brock will want some when he gets out of school."
"The appetite on that kid, I'm telling you."