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Atticus POV(super cute Atti!)Nana was talking to me again while she put more sunscreen on my neck. She always puts too much. It feels cold and sticky, like a slug sliding down my back.“Atti, you’ll burn if you don’t let me put this,” she said.“But Nana,” I said, “did you know that burns have levels? Like Level 1 is just red and Level 2 has bubbles, and Level 3 is super bad, and you have to go to the hospital. And firemen get burns too even if they’re brave.”Nana blinked at me. “Yes, kiddo, but it can still burn you.”Then Dada told me to wear my hat because the sun was “very, very angry today.” He said it with his serious voice, the one he uses when he talks about the weather like it’s a person.I said okay, but the hat was itchy and made my hair feel weird, so I put it beside me when he wasn’t looking. I don’t think the sun will get mad at me. I didn’t do anything.Mom wasn’t under the big umbrella with us. My aunties and uncles dragged her away so she could swim. They said she

He was around Reid’s age. Sun‑kissed skin, naturally tousled dark hair, cheeks flushed from excitement. He wore a white shirt and blue swim shorts, and his smile—God—his smile was bright enough to outshine the whole damn beach.But the eyes…I knew exactly who they belonged to. A deep green like still water in a forest clearing. Eyes that were hers. And seeing them on him made my heart twist so violently I almost staggered.Reid reached him first and grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer. “Atticus! You’re here!”He was still holding Atticus’s wrist when he turned back to me, grinning. “Dad! This is the boy I told you about! The one we met with Aunt Reila the other day — and my online best friend! The one I kept talking about! The one I said was super cool!”His words blurred together. I heard them but they didn’t register. Because all I could see was the little boy standing in front of me.Atticus.The child whose photos I had memorized. The child I had stared at every night, wondering

We walked toward the jetski, Atticus’s tiny hand warm in mine. I called out for Reid when I noticed he wasn’t walking with us.He wasn’t far — just standing there with that proud, knowing grin. The nanny was helping Atticus into a life jacket she pulled from her bag. She brought extra. When I asked her earlier what it was for, she just shrugged and said she “felt like it.”Maybe it was coincidence. Maybe it was fate.“Reid,” I called, “aren’t you coming?”He jogged over, grinning like he owned the whole beach. I opened my mouth to tell him to ride with us to stay close, but he just lifted his hand and gave me a thumbs‑up.“When did he get so cool,” I muttered proudly, looking at my son.“Dad’s the best at this,” he told Atticus proudly. “You’re gonna love it.”Atticus’s eyes sparkled, excitement bubbling up so fast it softened every trace of the tears he’d shed earlier. I helped him climb onto the jetski, settling him in front of me. His back pressed lightly against my chest. He giggle