Meanwhile.
On the sides.
Fransesca let out a soft chuckle, her eyes fixed on the field. Her golden-brown hair shimmered in the morning light as she leaned back in her cushioned lounge, watching her son sprint across the sand with two golden orbs chasing him.
"Look at how my Honey Bun is enjoying this~"
Eridith paused mid-bite, a slab of meat halfway to her mouth. She glanced at Fransesca with mild confusion.
"Eh? Isn't our husband the one who's more enjoying this than Javier? He's laughing. He's smirking. He's been launching that barrage for five minutes straight."
Fransesca smiled. She rested her elbow on the armrest of her lounge and propped her chin against her palm, her gaze never leaving the field. Her eyes tracked Javier as he leaped, twisted, countered, and kept running.
He's really enjoying this. Playing around.
Her eyes softened, her smile turning knowing.
