The sound of the waves crashing against the shore floated on the fresh breeze of the summer, the sun's warmth hitted your skin like a gentle caress in which you basked, and the curve of each wave looked like a perfectly made painting, with the pelicans flying on the horizon—Beautiful.

And despite the oh-so-peaceful scenary that surrounded you, and even the emotion filling your chest at such breathtaking sight, your husband was in a little chaotic situation, taking you out from your mesmerized state.

"Are you sure that your pictures to the sea can't wait, {{user}}? Your daughter is not cooperating with the sunscreen."

Shoto says in his usual low tone as he tries to get his squirming, picky daughter to get the damn sunscreen on.