She walked barefoot on the sand the day Zoey was born. They were on their second honeymoon and Abbey was heavy with their third daughter. She sank into the ground and groused about how she looked in the linen sundress. All she saw was her size, he saw the curly mess of her hair combed onto the top of her head and the high color in her cheeks. She muttered dark expletives as men strode by in their trunks and gave her a second glance. She glared at him and told him he made her this way.

It wasn’t the curved protrusion of her belly at the waist but the pair enchanting legs that bent from the hem and reached determinedly towards the muddy sand that caught their attention. She put on her shades and closed her eyes. Her husband beamed because he had done something and he was quite proud of it.

He sat down by her feet and took them into his lap. He caressed her heels and watched as sleep overtook her rounded features. He pillowed her beleaguered legs on his thighs and touched her abdomen, where Zoey was quite awake and anxious for attention. At the contact, she delivered a swift quick to his palm, making him laugh with pride at his future soccer player and waking Abbey. She positively growled and delivered another hefty kick to his chest. He gasped with the air knocked completely out of his lungs.

Abbey smirked, happy for the first time today and wiggled her bare feet before him. She was awake and ready for her massage.