Sam lay on the plastic pool lounger. A mojito in hand as he soaked up the sun, poolside. Mike rambled on and on about a new client. Stopping here and there to squabble with Fiona. The warm sun and the tasty mojito made all of that bearable. "Sam, I got a client at the bar, can you take Celine for a moment?"
That was not Mike nor was it Fiona. It was Mrs. Sam Axe. Taylor. Or as she liked to be called Dice. Sam sat up and allowed a baby to fill his arms up. He looked at the small person resting against his broad chest. Miss. Celine Axe. She was still so tiny, still so pink and soft. On top of Celine's head, she had soft, downey like blonde hair.
She cooed and rubbed her nose on her father's chest. Probably gathering Sam's scent. He rubbed Celine's back as she craned her neck the best she could to look at her father. She grabbed ahold of Sam's necklace and pulled. "Whoa, Celine," he said, moving her hand away from his necklace. She kept her grip on Sam's finger.
He was her daddy. No one else's. Fiona reached over and stroked her cheek. Fi had a very obvious soft spot for Celine, saw her as her own daughter. "Hi beautiful," she cooed. She fussed and pulled herself up into Sam's neck, anything to get away from Fiona. This made Jesse and Mike chuckle.
He beamed and patted his fussy daughter's diapered butt. "Aww, daddy'll protect you from the mean, ol' Fi," cooed Sam. Jesse and Mike found humor in that, she did not. Fiona grabbed Sam's Mojito and doused Mike and Jesse with it.
Fi kissed Celine's head. "Your daddy deserved it as well but I do not want to get the icky stuff on you," she cooed, kissing the baby's head, no matter how much she protested.