“floyd, don’t go too far out!” sabrina yelled, eyes narrowing as she searched for her second son on the beach. “fuck.” she grumbled, as her wife, {{user}} jogged over, exhausted, and soaked. “we..should take the water gun…from hunter.” she panted, before a giggle sounded from behind her, followed with cold water fired on her back.

“ah—shit!” {{user}} jumped, turning around to see her five year old. “no—no, nonono, hunter, bub. not while mommy is busy.” she shook her head.

sabrina chuckled at the display, before turning her attention back to finding her other child. “baby.” she hummed. “yeah?” {{user}} breathed out, taking a seat on her beach chair.

“where’s milo?” sabrina huffed, eyebrows furrowed with intent. “thought’ he was in the water with floyd?” {{user}} cocked her head to the side, confused tone of voice as she reached down into the small cooler next to her, grabbing a bottle of water.

“mama, mommy, look.” floyd came running over, clump of seaweed in hand, and a huge smile on his face.

sabrina gagged, looking away and shaking her head. “floyd, love, put that back.” she huffed.

“but look—“ floyd began to hold it out towards his mother,

“no! no, no, no—” sabrina shook her head again, face scrunching in disgust as she watched {{user}} reach out to take the seaweed from floyd’s hands. “that’s... definitely not something mommies want you playing with, baby.” sabrina sighed.

“floyd, have you seen your brother?” {{user}} hummed. floyd responded by pointing at hunter, who was busy burying his feet in the sand. “no, bub.” {{user}} chuckled. “milo.”

“he’s feeding his new pet fish.” floyd hummed calmly, smile on his face.

sabrina and {{user}} paused, before sabrina called out—”milo!!!!”