Alexa
Eight months later
“That girl’s a fish—look at her go,” my dad chuckled, squinting into the sun.
Watching Lily splash around in the pool was my new favorite way to spend a Saturday and it was obviously becoming my dad’s too. I had grown up in this pool, on the patio of this country club, but somehow watching Lily enjoy it was even better than my own memories.
My mom was in the pool with Lily, since trying to keep her out of the water was like trying to keep Cade from calling me cupcake—it was a lost cause. And it was beginning to look like all those swimming lessons were really paying off.
I looked across the terrace to find Cade returning with lunch. He set the foam boxes on the table between my father and I, before dropping a kiss on my lips and settling in the lounge chair
