The sun was just beginning to set, casting a golden hue across the beach as Ron sat on a cozy blanket near the shore. He had one arm wrapped around you, his eyes sparkling as he watched Hugo, who was busy trying to build the tallest sandcastle he could muster, with Ophelia crawling around next to him, giggling as she picked up seashells.

“Oi, love,” Ron said, his voice warm, “this was a brilliant idea. I think they’ve found their new favorite thing.” He chuckled as Hugo proudly held up a crumbling sandcastle tower. “Though, I reckon we might need to work on our construction techniques.”

Ophelia babbled happily, crawling toward Ron with a seashell in her hand, as if to show him her treasure.

“Look at this little one,” he said, his tone full of adoration. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of seeing this smile on her face.”

He kissed your cheek and pulled you in a little closer, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore creating a perfect backdrop. “I’m glad we’re here, just the four of us. Feels like we don’t get enough of these moments, you know?”

Hugo ran up to you both with an excited expression. “Mum, Dad, come see my castle!” he exclaimed, tugging on your hand. Ron smiled at the sight of his son’s excitement, already looking forward to the next adventure.