All familiar characters are Janet's.

"I can see why you needed backup," Bobby said to me.

"Yeah," Steph responded, saving me the trouble of answering, "you guys can handle the fallout from cuteness-overload. I know I did at least two things very right in my life ... Olive is tied with her Daddy for the top spot."

"The Boss isn't only worried about our Olive-pit," Cal added.

"Don't you start using Lester's nickname for her. My baby is too cute for words ... and there is nothing good or cute that involves a pit," she stated.

"What about 'Pit'bulls? I've heard you say they're cute, especially the puppies."

"Cal's got you there, Steph," Brown added. "And they're good dogs if they have decent owners. 'Pit' crews are also helpful if you have a tendency to blow out - or up - your cars."

She once again caught Olivia's little hand that had gone back to trying to remove the hat from her head. Julie had been the same way. Shoes, socks, mittens, and hats, were on the enemy list.

"You know how I've been trying to prepare you for life with these guys?" She asked our daughter, as if Olive would answer her. She did answer her Mama, but not in easily translatable words. "Well, don't try to outsmart them in any sense of the word or you'll get sucked into conversations like this one where they obnoxiously point out why they're right."

Both men are amused, but only one laughed. Cal's getting there, but it takes more than five minutes with Stephanie to block out everything bad. Sometimes it takes nine minutes with both her and Olivia. My mind is centered on the conversation, but my eyes are very much wandering all over my wife. She wasn't trying for sexy, but that's all I see. Her bathing suit is black and covered all of her front, but her back is completely bare with just two straps looped around her shoulders to keep her treasures hidden. Over it, she put on a pair of small white jean shorts and slipped some flip-flops on her feet. She doesn't have to purposely try to make men look, they do it all on their own. I made a mental note to add a silencer to the beach bag.

"We're also right about you needing extra security today," Bobby said. "Your husband is too busy staring at you to pay attention to your surroundings."

"You know better than anyone that I can multitask," I told him. "That very ability has saved your ass a time or two."

"Or twenty," he muttered.

"My hubby is looking because I'm holding his daughter who keeps shooting him 'I love you' smiles." She glanced down at herself. "I'm still a little squishy in some areas, but between Ella's cooking and visiting you guys in the gym, I'm getting there."

"You're perfect now, Babe. There's no 'getting there'. As for your other comment, Cal was holding Olivia and I wasn't staring at him."

"Though I've tried to keep them contained today, it's just the bigger boobs that have you saying that."

"That never hurts," Bobby stupidly said.

I'm beginning to think Kane's influence on my men will remain long after he does.

Steph just rolled her eyes and covered Olive's so I could hit Brown's 'off' button', which happens to be situated behind a solid wall of muscle in his midsection. No surprise, his laughing-grunt assured me that I'd again located the right spot to shut him up.

Stephanie kept hold of our daughter and I got her and Olivia's things. We won't be gone for too long, but we've discovered having almost everything on hand makes life with a baby easier. I locked up behind the five of us and stashed the foldable canopy, beach bags, and cooler, in our rental as my men got into a similar vehicle. We all need a bright spot to remember this trip by ... and Gordon's Beach is going to be it.