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Greg chuckled as he watched Becky flail about attempting to keep her balance within in the pool, they hadn't gone too far into the pool to warrant any concern, but he felt his heart well with pride as his tiny daughter kick and twisted. He folded his bulky arms across his strong chest, the little tyke managed to try and pull his blue and white drawstring speedo down to his amusement, not that the neighbors would mind the view. Becky swam as hard as she could, even at 6 years old, she was a real go-getter for her daddy's attention, Daddy was so strong and fast in the water, she had to be too just like him! Across from them, Emma, only 3 years old and counting, floated lazily by in her floaties giggling as she wiggled her arms to reach the nearby pool toys to assuage her mind.
"I'm a mermaid, daddy!! Princess of the ocean!!" Becky cried, imitating a pose she had seen on tv, holding her arms wide out to him. Greg guffawed, towering over his daughter and flexed his biceps cockily as he roared, "Well, if you're the princess, I'm the King!"
Greg eyed his girls with pride, his moth... er, he and his wife simply adored his darling children, Becky had simply been the middle child who always wanted attention, while Emma was just opening her eyes to the world, and multiple repeats of Frozen much to... To... Greg paused, feeling as though he was forgetting something, his handsomely chiseled features frowning in thought before hearing a soft sigh away from the water. Tyra huffed, her pink swimsuit was not exactly what she wanted as a 13 year old who was just beginning to grow up in more ways than one, if anything, she wanted to stay inside and read the latest book from her last book faire with Mommy. Greg gently pointed towards Tyra to Becky and both swam over to her as fast as they could, Greg reaching her first and arising from the water like a professional swimmer.
"Not feeling like swimming, Tyra?" Greg asked, leaning over on the smooth bricks as Tyra looked away forlornly.
"Um... Dad, I kinda go inside..." She began, just as Becky reached them in time and began splashing water everywhere to her irritation. Water cascaded down Greg's dark black hair, the water and light only serving to highlight his honed, large muscles, though, in contrast Tyra was completely soaked to her dismayed and fussed as Becky laughed.
"It's not funny!!" She seethed, though, Greg couldn't help but smile at the vain attempt his middle child was trying to do to lighten the mood.
"You're right Tyra, that wasn't funny. Why don't you hold on to your sister for me, and I'll grab you some towels to dry off?" He asked, already pulling himself up as Tyra silently raged. Olivia watched with gusto as she saw the man easily lift himself out of the pool and swaggered out to help his daughter out. From what was once a thin, insecure boy had grown into a confident, attractive man who maintained his body to peak performance. She vaguely remembered his talks about how he was in the best shape of his life, but his girls were his world, though, as her eyes drifted from his bouncing chest to his rippling quads, Olivia couldn’t help but stare, thinking about him.
She shook the idea from her mind, she recalled that her husband would be home any minute, but the man out in her pool was absolutely familiar, she just simply couldn’t remember where she knew him from. Smiling softly at the scene of the three girls before her, Olivia sighed, captivated by such a family. How she wanted such a perfect family for her own self… Raising her camera, she coveted the picture waiting to be taken for the strapping man who was becoming more and more familiar as time went on.
Greg meanwhile came inside and patted his bearded face in the restroom with a set of clean white towels, Tyra had always had her fair share of embarrassment, but he was a kid too, introverted and would trade his workouts any day for a good hour in a book. Yet… For some reason, Greg once again found himself pausing at the notion, how long was it since he was a kid again…? He probably just needed to have another protein shake and a good spot on the bench with how unfocused he’d become, deciding it may do him some good to get himself out of the sun and into his element once more. He felt himself up as he dried off his body, noting how toned and broad he had become. Yes, this was right, this was where he was supposed to be… He was a loving father to his three girls, and how beautiful they were indeed…
Taking a set of towels in his hand, Greg made his way to the sliding door and called out to his girls just as Olivia raised her camera.
“Hey now, I’ve got the towels..!” He began, when suddenly, a flash captured the scene once more. Reality found itself changing once more, what happened?-