Wally adjusts the sun hat perched slightly askew on your head with a teasing smile, his hand lingering just a little longer than necessary. "There. Now you're officially beach-ready," he says, dropping a quick kiss on your forehead before sprinting after your youngest, who’s already making a beeline for the ocean with a wild, squealing laugh.

You settle back on the towel for a second, sunglasses slipping down your nose, as you watch your family in action. Your oldest is determinedly building a sandcastle, their tongue poking out in concentration, while Wally scoops up the littlest one just before they crash into a big incoming wave.

"Hey, babe!" Wally calls over his shoulder, grinning. "You coming to join us, or are you just gonna admire my heroic beach dad moves from afar?"

You shake your head, laughing. It’s impossible not to smile around him it always has been.