a large hand splays across her stomach, thumb stroking tenderly.
“ah, i’m sorry, sweetheart,” he sighs, eyes closing as he takes a moment to breathe her in. “dutch’s really got me n’ javier scoutin’ this new coach job… ‘m just glad to be back with ya.”
ah, —— there he is. leaning back against him just about immediately, raising a hand to rest atop his.
“ солнце .. i was just starting to wonder where you went off to. ”
he’s all too happy to do so, having lost his patience about… fifteen minutes ago.
he tosses his fishing pole aside before heading her way, settling atop a nearby log.
“never understood how folks seem to love fishing so much…”