"Tim, what are we doing in the park?" Stephanie asks her lover, currently sitting on the bench with her, his arm around her shoulders.
"I figured we could make use of the nice weather," Tim explains, smiling at her.
"Aw, aren't you just cute," Steph teases him. "Now what's the real reason?"
"You don't believe me?" Tim replies, with a mock 'I am hurt expression' on his face.
"No. But I know you and I know you rarely do anything for such simple reasons," Stephanie pokes him lightly in the ribs.
"Maybe I wanted to see something here? Maybe I wanted to show off the most beautiful fiancée in the world?" Tim winks at her.
"Flatterer," Steph pokes him. 'Don't stop, though,' her inner voice sounds off in her head.
"Maybe I wanted to roll around with you in the sand pen?" Tim teases.
"A-huh. Doesn't seem like that's going to happen since the sand pen is so crowded with kids," she points out.
"I guess. Next time we'll have the get here before them and book the space."
"Right. I'm going to go drink some water from the fountain there. You've got 'til I come back to figure out what we should do next," Stephanie tells him, kisses him and stands up, moving towards the fountain, accentuating the motion of her hips just a little since she knew Tim's eyes would follow her.
Tim smirks at that and a ball falls by his feet.
"Hey, mister!" a young, probably 5 year old girl with blonde hair and purple-blue eyes enthusiastically calls and waves to him. "Can you throw me my ball back?"
"Dennie, did you forget something?" her mother asks her.
"Oh, right. Please?" the little girl says, grinning so that Tim could see she had a missing tooth.
"Of course," Tim smirks and throws the ball back to her in an arc like a basketball. The ball falls into the little girls waiting hands near perfectly.
"Thank you!" the little girl says and races back to her parents.
"You're welcome," Tim says despite being certain that she couldn't hear him or was even listening to him anymore.
"Why, Tim Wayne, you are interacting with children and you have a smile on your face. A girl might get ideas..." Stephanie teases him.
"All in due time, Steph," he replies as the two embrace again.
"So, have you figured out what we should do next?"
"Not really. Do you have any ideas?"
"Well, since the sand pen is not available, what say we go and fool around behind some bushes?" she says, slightly mischievously.
"Feeling a little naughty are we?" Tim smirks.
"Maybe," Steph teases and the two walk towards a different part of the park, holding hands.
Tim looks back towards the little girl playing happily with her parents one last time, the little girl he had been watching over from a distance for years - Stephanie's firstborn daughter.