Vacation

"But I want to see Nevaeh riding," Anthea expressed, torn between maternal curiosity and the cautionary concern for sun exposure.

"Just Nevaeh?" Rayan teased unexpectedly, injecting a mischievous tone that added a playful dimension to the unfolding scene. Anthea,momentarily taken aback, found herself caught in the whimsical dance of family dynamics, a lighthearted touch enhancing the tableau of their visit. She clearly understood the hidden, dirty meaning behind his words.

He didn't wait for her to answer. He smirked at his baby, kissing her cheeks. Anthea looked aside, not wishing to see this cute session between the father and her baby, though she could hardly do so.

He left with Nevaeh to ride the horse, and Anthea sat on the chair in the shade of the balcony, watching them. Making Nevaeh sit on the horse first, Rayan too joined him behind, holding the belt to ride the horse.

The stableman was told to click a picture of Nevaeh with his father on that horse. The picture was cl