From a distance, Eliza glanced at the men on the other end of the rocky beach.
“Why is Casper getting physical with Aaron again?” she wondered. Casper was always so hot-headed and unpredictable.
She looked up at the sky; the clouds were thickening, making her worry about an impending downpour. The waves were getting rougher.
Aaron returned, holding a fishing rod.
“Did you and Casper get into another fight?” Eliza asked, concern evident in her voice.
“No, nothing that serious,” Aaron replied with a gentle smile. “You know how he is—quick to anger. We just don't see eye to eye sometimes. Don't worry about it.”
“Maybe we should head back soon,” she suggested. She didn't want to linger.
“Sure thing.” Aaron scooped up Brock, his eyes soft with affection. “How about I take you fishing over there?”
“Yay!” Brock cheered, thrilled. He wrapped his arms around Aaron's neck as they led the way, with Eliza following close behind. The yacht was nearby, which gave her some peace of mind.
“Mummy, I want to catch crabs,” Brock whined, already bored with fishing.
Eliza glanced at the distant beach. “Do you want to come and pick some crabs with me?”
Brock tightened his grip on Aaron’s neck. “I want fish and crabs. Mum, you go.”
“Eliza, why don’t you go grab some crabs for him? I’ll keep him entertained with fishing on the yacht, and then we’ll head back,” Aaron suggested.
Eliza sighed. Aaron was spoiling Brock too much. “You can’t say yes to everything he wants.”
“He’s just a kid,” Aaron chuckled. He gave Brock’s nose a playful pinch, making him giggle.
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