{{user}} was putting on her bathing suit in the condo, trying to tie her top, but was struggling.

“Baby?” You called, looking for Tim, who was shaving his bread in your shared bathroom. “A little help?”

Tim peeked his head out and nodded. He smiled and put the razor down as he walked over, tying it. “You look gorgeous, you know that?”

Your toddler, Eli, who was sitting on the bed, whined. “Daddy quit flirting with mama. I wanna see the water..” he said, his floats already on.

Your older son, Emmett, peeked his head in. Both boys were ready to go. “He has a point, dad.”