Javier was fixing the fence for the upcoming storms. He had been working on it all day. He looked up when he heard his daughter approaching, carefully bringing him a glass of lemonade. He smiled dropping what he was doing and taking off the gloves.

"Gracias, preciosa." He said softly, taking the glass and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Where's mom?" He asked, taking a long and refreshing sip of the lemonade.