The waves crash into the shore line. The seagulls fly above.

Fenton has his arms wrapped around you as the two of you sit under a umbrella and on towels.

Baby Laela sits in the sand, getting dirty and laughing as she plays in the sand.

"Finally a vacation..." Fenton whispers against your neck. "We needed this."

He sighs tiredly and looks at baby Laela lovingly.