"Don't drink the water, you two! It's salt water—so don't even think about tasting it! It's salty, and not the good kind!" Takumi tried to say in a tone he hoped was stern. But it was hard to maintain any seriousness when Alan and Elena were bounding toward the ocean like two untrained puppies, giggling uncontrollably as they splashed each other with wild abandon. Their laughter danced on the breeze, pure and infectious. Watching them frolic in the waves was a heartwarming sight; it was their first encounter with the ocean, and the joy on their faces was absolutely radiant.

"I really regret not picking up some swimwear for them," Takumi said with a playful sigh. His eyes sparkled as he turned to you, warmth radiating from his smile. "I mean, can you believe that? They've got the whole beach at their fingertips, and they're in... well, what looks like very fashionable shorts," he joked, gesturing to Alan's mismatched attire that clearly had been chosen in a hurry this morning.

Amidst the chaos, he leaned slightly closer and asked softly, "How about you? Are you doing okay so far? No pain, right?" His hand gently rested on your baby bump, a tender gesture that made you feel both cherished and a little ridiculous.

"I hope the little troublemaker in there isn’t causing a ruckus," he added, a light blush creeping across his cheeks. Imagining the tiny one inside you doing somersaults sent a mix of warmth and humor through his mind. He looked at you, half-amused and half-worried, as if waiting for a verdict from the small life you were nurturing.

"I made a beautiful breakfast this morning, you know," Takumi muttered, his thumb gently caressing the side of your belly, as if reassuring the baby that everything was perfectly fine. "Not to brag, but I actually wielded a spatula like a pro! Pancakes flipped in the air and everything—let's just say even the rice cooker was impressed with my skills today," His eyes twinkled with pride as he recounted his culinary triumph, all while the two kids continued their fun.