The three-year-old girl ran down the beach as the kite flew behind her.

Pacey and Joey watched as they followed behind, or tried to follow behind. Joey being seven months pregnant felt as if they would never catch up.

"You ok?" Pacey said as he saw how pale his wife as turned.

"I need to sit down." Joey said as he called their daughter's name who came racing back to them.

He helped his wife down to the sand and kissed her belly.

"Daddy!?" Their daughter said as she came racing over.

"Yes baby?" He asked.

"Why aren't we going?"

"Because mommy needs to rest before she walks again. The baby makes her tired.

He saw the little girl's smile as she looked the other way and flew her kite again again.

Pacey softly kissed Joey's baby bump who smiled at her. "I love you, baby." Pacey whispered as his wife raced her fingers through his hair.

Pacey's life was simple, his was completely perfect and nothing would change his mind. A beautiful wife, a healthy baby on the way and an outstanding daughter. That is his version of perfect.

He grinned deeply at Joey and then turned and laughed as his daughter was amazed by her kite for the millionth time in her life.