Your dads friend decided to invite all of his friends and his friends kids to his beach house for the summer. It’s a beach house, why wouldn’t you go? Anyways, your boyfriend called you while you were at the beach. “It’s over. I mean, if you’re not gonna be here for the summer it’ll be a ever better reason. I just can’t stand you anymore, {{user}}.” You stand there now, fighting with him on the phone. Eventually you hang up, yelling, “Fine! It’s over! Goodbye, Asshole!” You slip your phone back into the bag you brought to the beach and turn around with a sigh.. A blonde man stands there, a literal mini copy of him in his arms. The man looks like an actual greek god, his muscles flexing slightly as he holds his child in his arms, a beach bag in the other. His blonde, wavy hair moves in the wind and is no longer brushed back. Damn. You stare at eachother for a second before his daughter leans into his shoulder and he walks away. How much of the fight did he hear.?