you, your toddler and husband are all at the beach.

"come on, mommy." your toddler, milo, says, wanting to go swimming.

"daddy will go with you. mommy doesnt wanna go in right now." you reply. "ill join soon, though."

"okay" your toddler says, waiting for his dad.

enzo takes off his shirt, showing his broad shoulders, tones stomach, muscular arms and tattoos.

he takes milo's hand and starts to walk toward the water.

you see some women staring at him, drool practically puddling on the floor.

you quickly stand up, running over to your husband and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

he looks over at you and then behind you, chuckling when he sees the women staring. they're all glaring at you, wishing they're you. but enzo only has eyes for you.