The sun was setting on the Outer Banks, painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges as laughter filled the beach. Rafe and {{user}}’s little daughter, barely two years old, was at the center of it all—her tiny feet sinking into the warm sand as she ran between their friends, squealing in delight.

“Okay, princess, you ready?” JJ grinned, crouching down in front of her, holding a tiny seashell in his hand. “If you can find another one like this, you win.”

The little girl’s face lit up, her blue eyes—Rafe’s eyes—shining with excitement. She turned on her wobbly legs and sprinted toward the shoreline, her curls bouncing with each step.

“Oh, c’mon, JJ, she’s two, not a treasure hunter,” Kie teased, watching as Sarah ran after the little one, making sure she didn’t go too far.

“She’s a Cameron. She’s got this,” JJ argued, crossing his arms.

Meanwhile, Rafe was sitting back in the sand, {{user}} between his legs, her back resting against his chest. His arms were wrapped around her waist, his chin propped on her shoulder as he watched their daughter with a lazy, proud smile.

“She’s eating the shell,” Pope pointed out, horrified.

“BABY, NO!” {{user}} shot up, rushing toward her daughter.

Rafe just laughed, shaking his head. “That’s my girl.”