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After a few minutes, Dean emerges in the same tight swim shorts he normally wears, and I have to force my eyes not to look. But Briar doesn’t bother looking away. I see the way she watches him. The way she pushes her tits forward when he’s near her. The look of desire on her face.
Her words play back in my head. How she accused me ofwantingDean to touch her. Of bringing him here with the intention to test her. Why would I do that? Why would anyone do that?
But she has a point. Why don’t I fight for her more? Deep down, I know he’s not trying to take her from me. After this morning, it seems quite the opposite is true.
So, how would I feel if they were to really touch each other? Jealous? No. Maybe a little left out. Maybe a little aroused.
Maybe alotaroused.
“You have to relax,” Dean says to Abby. “You flail around too much. Just take a deep breath and go under, but try not to panic.”
“Like this?” she asks. With a big gasp, she pushes her face underwater and almost immediately starts splashing around and coming up a second later.
“That was terrible,” he says, staring down at her with a furrowed brow.
Briar giggles, looking away from them as I feel myself fighting a smile as well. Dean doesn’t talk to Abby like everyone else does. It’s clear he doesn’t have experience with children, and judging by the way he is with her, I don’t think he even likes children. So, seeing him talk to her just makes me want to laugh.
“Come here,” he mutters with a sigh. Taking Abby’s hand, he leads her deeper into the pool. “We’ll go down together, but just look into my eyes and try not to think about breathing. Just count in your head or something.”
“Okay,” she says with an excited giggle. He rolls his eyes as he takes her hands.
Watching as they each take a long inhale, I bite my lip as they sink down to the bottom together. This time, Abby doesn’t flail and splash. And nearly thirty seconds go by before she swims to the top.
“Mom, did you see that?” she squeals. “How long was that?”
“That was so good, peanut!” Briar says with excitement.
“Thirty seconds,” I call as if I was keeping time. “That’s a new record.”
Dean swims up and gives Abby a proud smile. “Much better.”
“Thanks, Dean,” she says between gasps for air. When she reaches the edge of the pool, she looks at him with a toothless grin. “Wanna race to the other end?”
He stares at her, confused. “I’m not going to let you win.”
This only makes her giggle. “Ready, set, go!” She pushes her feet off the edge and swims as fast as her little legs can propel her across the surface. Dean is there before she reaches the middle, but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s all giggles and excitement. Even when he beats her again and again.
Until the very last round, when he claims he’s running out of energy, and she manages to touch the edge before him.
After another hour of swimming, Briar makes sandwiches for lunch, and the four of us eat them on the patio. Dean is still in those barely there shorts, and Abby is still beaming at him after he spent all morning playing with her in the pool.
When her lunch is gone, she hops up from the chair. “Can I go inside and watch TV?”
“Yes,” Briar replies. “Hang your bathing suit up in the bathroom.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Abby says, nearly bouncing in place as Briar continues, “And clean up your plate.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Okay, you can go.” Abby starts to sprint away before Briar yells for her. “Wait! Come back.”
“What?” Abby whines as she returns to where Briar is still sitting. Pulling her close, Briar presses a big kiss right on Abby’s cheek with a smile. “Okay, that’s all. You can go now.”
With a giggle, Abby takes off with her plate in her hand, closing the patio door so it’s just the three of us left outside alone.
Shit.
“Thank you for playing with her,” Briar says softly, picking at her sandwich. “She really liked that.”
