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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚 blows stray strands of dark hair out of the small brunette's face as she gazes at the ocean waves crashing into the coast in front of her.
A soft, but happy sigh leaves the girl's lips as the sounds of a child laughing echo throughout the salt air.
"Hah! I win Daddy!!" The little boy giggles, making a soft chuckle leave the brunette's lips as she turns around towards the noise.
"Uncle Minho said that I was the fastest little shank on the island, and he was right you're slow!"
"Chuck! You better watch your mouth. Did uncle Minho teach you that word?" Thomas' heavy breathing falters, his eyebrows furrow, watching as his son freezes at his tone.
"Nooooo." Little Chuck giggles as he connects his small hazel orbs over to his mother, shrinking into the sand below as her stern gaze meets his.
"I've heard mommy say it a few times." The five year old proceeded with his claim, hoping to set the blame on his mother, now shaking her head.
"Oh did mommy, now?" Thomas raised his whiskey orbs up from the little boy, connecting his gaze with Blake's emerald as she attempted to push herself up from the sand.
"Mommy is sorry, Chuckie. Only adults can use that language." Blake grunts as she attempts to push herself off of the ground, groaning as a large warm hand helps her to stand.
"Kinda hard not to use that language when you're nine months pregnant." Blake jokes, a smile resting on her lips as Thomas helps her walk.
"I don't blame you, baby. I know it's hard. Want me to rub your back when we get back home?" Thomas questions, keeping his softened gaze trained on his wife's swollen belly.
"Yes, please." Blake breathes out, rubbing her hand over her stomach as the two walk closer to their son.
"Do I get to stay at Uncle Minho's tonight? Or Uncle Newt's?" Chuck's sweet little voice asks as he tilts his head to the side, watching as mom and dad come to stand in front of him. "Uncle Fry has the best food though, did you know that he can make a really good veggie soup?"
