Cheers, trash talk flying.
"You're on!" Mikey yells. "Daddies are goingdown!"
Antonio laughs, Mitch cracking his knuckles playfully.
We play and play hard. Sand flying, bodies colliding in gentle tackles, laughter echoing over the waves. And sensing that reinforcements are needed for the Daddy team, Olivier calls Mikey, Xander, and Taylor’s Daddies to join too—and that makes it quite a formidable team.
Xander’s Daddy Reece is a former soccer star with fast feet.
Taylor’s Daddy Harrison is a real estate investor with serious tactical skills.
And Mikey’s Daddy Trent is a surfer who has a seriously great throwing arm to go along with his super-elusive surfer balance too.
But nonetheless, the Construction Boys haven’t got an inch of quit in them!
I score first, dodging Olivier's grab with a spin, the Boys whooping. He catches me later, tackling with a kiss that draws groans and cheers. Mitch and Antonio team up seamlessly, Xander's strategy keeping it close.
It's chaos.
But a total joy too—sweaty, sandy, and kinda sexy too.
As the sun dips lower, game tied, we call it, collapsing in a heap.
"Rematch next weekend," Taylor pants.
As everyone packs up and leaves for the day, Olivier and I linger on the deck, arms around each other, watching the sea turn golden.
"Home," I whisper.
Olivier nods. "Ours."
Everything—crew, Daddy, life—worked out.
Just like Olivier is my Forever Daddy, I know that the Construction Boys are my Littles for life too.
And with the ocean as witness, I know it'll stay that way.
