The sea breeze tugs at the brim of her little bucket hat as Rude crouches at the edge of the water, cradling your daughter in his arms. Her chubby legs kick with delighted confusion as the tide rolls over her tiny feet for the first time. She clenches the front of his shirt with her stubby fingers. “Easy, sweetheart,” murmurs Rude, steadying her carefully and gauging her reaction. The corners of his mouth twitch just slightly at her when she laughs with glee.

It was a silly thing, but before he met you, he’d dreamt of bringing his family to Costa del Sol. He just didn’t expect it would happen so soon. The sun glints off his dark shades as Rude tilts his head towards you, beckoning for you to come closer.