𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

16) Churrasco

Churrasco (noun) [chuh-ras-koh]
Meat cooked over an open fire

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"Mommy, where's my teddy bear?" Your four year old daughter, [y/d/n], asked while tugging your dress. "Um..." You looked around the living room but couldn't see it anywhere.

"Here it is, baby girl," Dylan said as he gave your daughter her favourite toy. She hugged it tight and gave your husband a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, daddy!" She said and walked off.

Your son, [y/s/n], entered the living room. He had a baseball cap on and a backpack on his shoulder. "You ready?" You asked your 8 year old boy. He nodded and started to wear his shoes.

Your family had planned to go on a camp out. You had packed the tents, the sleeping bags, the food, the drinks and whatever else you thought was essential for an outing like this.

"Come on boys! Let's go!" You called out as you held your daughter's hand and walked out of your house door. Dylan locked it up and everyone made their way to the family Jeep.

"Buckled up?" Dylan asked as he turned to look at your kids. You smiled as both your children nodded. [y/d/n] had her colouring book and pencils on her lap, while [y/s/n] had his Nintendo 3DS.

The Jeep drove on. Dylan kept you occupied with his 'never-been-told' stories. He made you laugh until you had tears in your eyes.

You stopped at a gas station and got you and your husband a cup of coffee. Your kids wanted snacks, specifically chips and cookies.

*****

You finally reached the camping ground. There were a few other people but they were quite far away. You had your privacy and you preferred it that way.

Dylan helped you get the tents, the food, the wood and fire things and all the other needed things from the car trunk.

The whole family helped in setting the camp site. Your son helped Dylan set the tents, while your daughter helped you check on the food.

Once everything was settled, Dylan started to prepare for the campfire. "You sure you can do this without getting injured?" You questioned with concern. Dylan kissed your head and grinned, "Oh please. I've seen enough YouTube tutorials. Anyways, I tried it yesterday at home.

"Okay..." You trusted your husband. You watched as he piled the logs of wood neatly and poured the fuel on top. "Here go's nothing," Dylan took a deep breath and lit a few matches. You hugged your kids and pulled them away with you as Dylan threw the lit matches.

The logs immediately lit up, the flames dancing with the slight breeze. You clapped, "Yay! I'm so proud of you." Your husband smiled as your duaghter hugged him. "Daddy is so bwave!"

Night fell and the family sat around the fire. You had dinner a while back. Grilled steaks on the open fire and complementary vegetables and mash potatoes. It was delicious!

Right now, the four of you were grilling marshmallows, preparing for smores. The marshmallows would crisp on the outside but become oozy on the inside. You loved it, and you could tell everyone else did too, especially your daughter who had marshmallow and biscuit cribs all around her mouth.

You giggled and whispered to Dylan, "Um, hun... [y/d/n]'s face." He looked next to him and laughed. Your daughter looked confused. "[y/d/n]! You've got smores all over your face!" Your son exclaimed and laughed. Dylan chucked and wiped [y/d/n] with a tissue.

*****

You all were prepared for a good night's rest. Your daughter was wearing her favourite bunny onesie and you son wore car themed pjs. You wore a crop top and plaid pants, while Dylan wore a white shirt and shorts.

"Mommy, I want to sleep with you!" Your daughter said. You smiled, "Of course honey! I'd love it if you slept with me." You looked at Dylan who had a small smile on his face.

The truth was that you wanted to cuddle up with Dylan for the night, and sleep in his arms... but at the same time you didn't want to sadden your little girl.

"And this big guy can sleep with me!" Dylan said as he tickled [y/s/n]. You kissed [y/d/n] and got up. "Alright everyone, sleeping time!" You announced and made your way to a tent.

You set up Dylan and your son's sleeping bags while Dylan did yours and your daughter's. "Goodnight Mommy! See you tomorrow," your son said as he lay under the covers.

You kissed his head, "Goodnight baby." You walked out of the tent to find Dylan doing the same. He turned to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You kissed his lips passionately and hugged him. "Goodnight [y/n]," He said as his head rested on your shoulder. "Goodnight Dyl."