Enjoying the food, she listened to the kids argue and bargain for more ice cream, then proceed to beg for a water fight.
Dean was known for the water fights and often had everyone in fits of giggles.
“Do you want to join us?” Eric asked, coming to her side.
“No, I think I’ll sit this one out,” she said, laughing. “Me and running do not mix well.”
“You will always look sexy to me.” He pressed a kiss to her neck and she closed her eyes.
Dean, however, wasn’t having any of it. “What are you doing?”
“You’re not sitting this one out. You’re going to have fun.”
He put his arms around her waist, holding the gun in his arms. He was so much taller than her that as they marched around the garden, firing their weapon, she couldn’t stop laughing. The kids were loving it.
Eric and Micah were there as well. They were all laughing.
Ten years of wedded bliss. With her family around her, the happiness on all of their faces, Daphne knew that for the next fifty-plus years, they were going to be just as happy.
They had everything they wanted.
Each other and love. It was all they needed.