He let her push him away, falling onto his back flat on the towel as he lay motionless for a moment. He tipped his head, watching Hannah rub at Olivia's back, and while his confidence dimmed slightly, he knew that Olivia would come first. She was, after all, only a child who needed love and care, and Neville watched, with growing pride as Hannah seemed to sooth the little girl.
He didn't speak, not wanting to add any noise but let his eyes rest on Hannah as she leaned over her daughter. Her hair hung down, and the way she sat on her knees seemed to add to her feminine curves. He couldn't help but let his eyes slide across her body and he gave a small contented sigh, and wanted to pinch himself. It all seemed too good to be true.