I sat on the sand, brushing my hand over the tiny grains. Fang sat next to me, holding our daughter in his lap. I smiled. I can't believe it's been a year since she was born. Zoey laughed as she played with the sand, her light brown eyes ignited with excitement.
She loves the beach.
"She looks like you." I say, looking at her.
Her eyes are like Fang's. Light, and beautiful.
"She has your hair, though." Fang says, smiling at me.
He was right. Zoey had small blonde hair sticking out of the top of her head. I didn't know if it would stay that way though.
"Yeah. But you're eyes." I say, and Fang nods, smiling.
Fang put Zoey down on the sand, and she jumped around happily.
"You having fun, Zoe?" I cooed at her, and she turned to me.
"Mommy!" Zoey scooted over to me, and I smiled.
She learned to speak the basics a few weeks ago, like 'Mommy.', and 'Daddy.'.
"Yeah, baby?" I said, and Zoey crawled over to me, smiling.
"Sa!" She hold up a handful of sand, and I laugh.
"Yes, sand, baby." I said, and Zoey turned back to the ocean.
She put her shoulders back, making her white wings come out of her baby blue shirt. I smiled, reaching out to touch them. They we're silky and smooth, and I couldn't wait until she learned to fly.
"She's probably going to be a reckless flyer like you." I smirked at Fang, and Fang rolled his eyes.
"At least she'll be daring, then." He said, and I snorted.
"Yeah, you. Daring. Okay." I said, and Fang pushed my arm.
"Your mean." He said, sticking his tongue out.
I stuck mine out back. We we're acting like kids. Well, we just got out of being kids. We're both Nineteen. We just turned Nineteen, in fact.
"Hey, Max?" Fang said, staring at the ocean.
"Yeah?" I asked, looking over at him.
"I love you." Fang looked over at me, and I smiled.
I could feel myself blush. It's weird how I still blush when he tells me he loves me.
"I love you to, Fang." I said, and Fang leans over, on his knees, kissing me on the head.
He holds it there for a second, and I smile, staring at the ocean and our daughter, with her beautiful white wings spread out.
"I'm the luckiest person in the world." Fang says, and sits back on the sand.
"So am I." I say, smiling at him.
And Fang, Zoey, who was asleep in my lap, and I, watched the sun set; the orange, pink and blue sky merging together, as the sun disappeared behind the mountains.
Author's note: Small, but hopefully cute:) Thanks for reading!