Neville held onto the little girl, delighted at how she kept repeating his name, "Yes," he said, grinning more, and moving about in circles, letting the baby's legs move out and float in the water as he spun slowly. He held onto her tightly so she wouldn't move out of his grasp, and he kept moving about, in large figure eight shapes, her legs kicking as he cut through the water.
He glanced from the child to Hannah, watching her enjoy the alone time he'd gotten for her, and he moved around where she floated, "What do you mean? Here at the beach? Or here..here?"
He was fairly certain that she meant the second; he thought she meant that they were here, grown up.