Fifty Five: Need you

Saint's Pov.

We were at the beach now. She had said she wanted to walk barefooted on it and feel her toes curl into the sand while licking her ice cream.

And of course, I was going to do it for her. And it was even better because it was the best place to show her the fireworks I'd prepared.

The breeze blew her dress up a bit and she pouted, holding it down with her other hand that didn't have her ice cream.

I watched her lick her ice cream for a bit before turning to me. Seeing that I was looking at her already made her smile.

"This is exactly what I want. The sand feels so smooth." She said looking down to her feet and I saw her play with the sand, wriggling her toes in it.

It made me chuckle. Every single thing she did was cute and I never got tired of watching her.

She then glanced up at me then shook her head.

"You really are a grandpa. I don't get why you'd choose mint chocolate over the numerous choices on the list." She said causally before licking hers.

I shrugged, "I