It was true; he'd never wanted to go back. All of that fear and upset left him as soon as they got on the boat, and as they came closer to home again he'd felt it weigh back on his tiny heart. He'd dreamed that he could just keep sailing with his father, that they'd just live off the land and never stop moving. Thank God it wasn't like that for Charlie, or his own boys. The adventures were just adventures, and that joy was brought right back home with them.
"Yeah. He taught me everything. I took it very seriously for a toddler," he chuckled softly. "Charlie gets a look of proper concentration on him, too" he smiled as he remembered it. "It's adorable," he added in a murmur as her lips found his. He kissed her sweetly in return. "I love you," he said softly, since he too often forgot to tell her when they weren't fucking, he wasn't apologising for something, and she hadn't said it first.