“Hey now, I’ve got the towels..!” Greg began, when suddenly, a flash captured the scene once more. Reality found itself changing once more...
“Thanks, Dad!” said Emmett as Greg tossed him a towel. He had just climbed out of the pool and was dripping off.
Greg took in the sight of his 16-year-old son. Emmett took after him: he’d been a skinny bookworm up until a couple years ago, when Greg got him started lifting and working out. He wasn’t nearly as big as Greg (6’6”, 250 pounds), at least not yet, but at 6’1” and 195 pounds of muscle he was impressive for his age. He still wore his thick-framed glasses, but Emmett was quite handsome, with a chiseled face and curly black hair.
Greg felt a splash hit his side. He was initially not pleased, but when he saw 13-year-old Beck standing there in the pool with a goofy grin, Greg had to stifle a smile. “Beck, what did I say about splashing water out of the pool?” he admonished his son in as stern a tone he could muster.
“Sorry, Dad!” Beck said and dove back beneath the surface of the water. Greg contemplated his middle son. Beck was as fiery in spirit as his red hair was in color. He’d always been the wildest of the boys, most willing to seek risk. Beck had also been one of the first boys in his class to hit puberty, and was now 5’8” and a lean but ripped 155 pounds.
Finally Greg saw his youngest son, 10-year-old Tyler. A cute blond boy, he was frequently Beck’s target, but Emmett typically protected him. Tyler wasn’t developed much; in fact, he had a rather gawky appearance. But Greg loved him all the same. Currently, Tyler was doing his best to avoid getting dunked by Beck.
Greg sighed, knowing he needed to step in before things got out of hand.
Inside, Olivia was pleased with the last picture she’d taken. She laid the camera aside and went out to join her husband and sons.