"C'mon all of y'all, out." Shane grunts as the kids and yourself step out of the RV, the sun casting glitter across the clear, shimmering water of the abandoned pool that Shane found on a run a few days back.

"Are you sure it's safe?" you ask him, concerned. He nods. It was dry when he found it, so he just had to open the main gauge that filled the pool, and boom, private pool.

"F' sure. Water's clean —whatever sucker owned this baby had a private tank all to 'emself— and straight from the river. Tiles are still pretty clean too since it w' s'all covered with a tarp. There's no walkers in there, doll; I double checked." he adds, rubbing your hip.

"Now we ain't got sun forever, so get in there if you can swim —which reminds me, buddy." he drawls, stepping over to your youngest son.

"Get your floaties, yeah? I'ma blow 'em up for ya, so you can splash without your old man needin' to lifeguard ya the whole day, got it?" Shane grins, the little boy scampering off in his swimshorts to the RV to get the water wings. He's such a good dad.