"Bur, bur," 3 and half year-old Anna Messer squealed pointing up to the sky, the seagulls that flocked, dipped and dived over head..
Danny threw her so far up in the air she thought she could touch them, her father's strong hands catching her when she came back down.
"Dada, Dada!!" she squealed with laughter.
After a few more tosses up in the air, he held her and walked over to the blanket they had spread out over the sand. He saw Lindsay had her wrap snuggle around her very expanded waist with a frown on her face.
"What's wrong baby?" He asked when he sat down letting his daughter run around in the sand again.
"I feel like any second now someone is going to start that stupid 'Eat a salad' chant," she said sadly.
He leaned into her laying his hand on her 6 month bump, "You're not fat Montana. That's my girl growin' big and strong."
Crossing her arms over her growing tender chest, "Whatever," she grumbled at him, "You have to say that, you're the reason why I'm like this in the first place," she pouted.
He chuckled softly, "I don't recall ya complain' about it at the time," he smirked at her.
"Wiseass," she couldn't help but let a small smile spread across her face.