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A two year affair with her mother's best friend's son leaves Indiana on the verge of brea...
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"Ki-Ki be careful not to go too far!" I warn as I watch my little girl run excitedly to the crashing waves.
"Okay Momma!" she yells back with giggles as her feet make contact with the water.
She's in a purple monokini with pink polka-dots and her hair, having now returned to its normal colour, is in a ponytail blowing in the wind behind her.
Diana sits at the shallow area splashing water all about with pink floaties on her arms.
I smile before looking at the sunny, blue sky. The wind is moderate so the blue waves are more constructive than destructive. The sea breeze blows past me and I relish in the freshness and slight saltiness of it. Seagulls fly overhead before moving to the deeper areas of the sea and diving once they spot their prey.
"So where do you want this?" Dylan asks drawing my attention to him.
He's in a grey tank and black trunks, his tatts on full display. He has a beach chair in his hands looking at me, expectantly and I point to an area with a good amount of shade.
"Right there," I say and he nods before walking there and I can't help ogling him.
His muscles clench as he moves and I trail my eyes over his darker, almost bronze skin. He's been up and about lately, soaking up the sun and allowing Diana to have her father-daughter bonding time by dragging him on various adventures.
It's been a week since we've decided to rekindle what we'd lost and push forward for our daughter, to be a family. We've been doing well, Diana has warmed up to him immensely and things between Dylan and I are... Well as parents were doing fine with little disagreements here and there.
She asks for anything, he gives it to her and even when I put down my foot saying no, he gives her when I'm not looking. Primarily sweets and Diana is hyperactive without it, imagine when she gets them.
He learned that the hard way when he snuck her three bars of chocolate one night, let's just say it was noon the next day before she crashed and he looked like we went through the wringer.
He never gave her sweets again.
"Need any help with the stuff?" I ask covering my eyes as the sun glares down at me.
He looks back at me before nodding and we both make our way to the red off-road SUV. It had taken us roughly 15 minutes to make to here from the compound but it was an awesome ride. The top was down so the breeze flew through our hair as we wrestled the terrain.
Diana was seated in Dylan's lap, her hands on the wheel, his over hers guiding the vehicle through the forest. She was giggling, he was laughing and I was just looking at them grinning at how beautiful and happy they looked.
My little family.
"Here," Dylan says as he hands me an igloo and I grunt at the weight.
He grabs a beach umbrella, a bag, a basket and another beach chair shutting the trunk of the SUV. We make our way back to the spot setting up station, keeping a watchful eye on my frolicking daughter.
