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imagine his lil bean resting against his shoulder. her lil yellow crochet hat on, matching his. they're at the beach.
first he puts her on the sun bed, putting baby sun lotion on her, booping her nose, making her giggle. 'and that cute lil button of yours too'. then gives raspberry kisses to her belly. she's a giggling mess.
he'll be rubbing sun lotion on you too, rubbing it against your pregnant belly, shoulders, back and everywhere. 'thanks love'. then leans down to press a kiss to your belly. 'hi— '.
he slathers it on himself, asking you to rub some on his back. 'all done, handsome'.
the late afternoon is spent by the shore, holding his lil bean under her arms, swaying her up when the tide comes in. little squeals when he dips her toes into the water. but once she's settled in, floating in her lil inflatable, she giggles when he ducks his head under and submerges back up, saying 'peekaboo'.
she tries ice cream and lollies for the first time, scrunching her nose.
she's looking for sea shells. grabbing sand in her mouth. 'oh no— bean. can't eat that'. she fusses, kicking and screaming as he brushes sand out of her hands. 'i know angel— i'm a meanie. but sand isn't good for ya'.
when the day is over, she rests her head against his shoulder, sleeping. it has been an exciting afternoon by the beach that she's worn out. but she's fussy again when he prepares the bath she so desperately needs. 'ya need one, bug'. she's again kicking and screaming, wailing until her bath is over and she's resting her head against his shoulder again, sleeping.
