Charlie wiggled in her arms, reaching up and ruffling Hemingway's hair too. He saw no reason not to, after all.
Abi chuckled and let him down to the floor again, watching as he ran off to clean the sand from his hands. "I'm feeling a lot better, yeah. On the mend." She wiped sand from his chin with her thumb before kissing him properly. "Was he okay on the water?"