Sandy Toes
Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader Warnings: Pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff, Dilf!Leon, Domestic, My day late entry for Week 1 of @shymoob Summer event! Come join in on the fun, see you next week for fireworks!! See the prompt list here to join in on the fun!
The idea of a beach day was not on Leon’s top list of things to do on his rare vacation. He would much rather watch the two most important people in the world run around the yard his hard work with the government paid for, well watch an attempt of you running around with your daughter. However, today he couldn’t do that because as he decided to leave the comfort of his bed and find out why the house was seemingly so quite he found you standing there in the front room looking like an angel. The sundress you had decide to wear today fell around your body in way that highlighted every curve that he had grown to love and all the new features you were gaining as you blossomed once more with his child.
How could he say no to this imagery? It was definitely part of your plan to convince him, to dress up in such a way you know he had no other option but to agree so he could stare at you all day long. At least him being there you would get the chance to relax, to able to thrive in the sun whilst your daughter entertains herself amongst the sand. He knew that she was excited for it with the way she ran into their room to wake up her dad carrying a spade and spewing some toddler jumble about the beach, sand and the sea.
He lifted the small girl in his arms, smiling at her wriggles and excited giggles before the wrestle to get in the car seat would begin. She smelled lightly of your perfume and sun cream from where you had clearly been getting her ready. The pretty sundress she also wore he knew had to be your doing, along with the cute space buns that would keep her hair off her face.
“I wasn’t aware that my days off meant I had to be cooking myself in the sun as a relaxing activity.” Leon teased as he approached you, a kiss finding its place on your forehead. His free hand smoothed over the curve of your bump, the temptation to touch it was always high just as it was with the first. “You wouldn’t get cooked if you wore sun cream like a normal person.” You teased, smiling up at him as your hand fell on top of his. Leon chuckled before adjusting the little girl in his arms. “Do you want help with the bags?” He asked, leaning down to pick one up.
“It’s okay, I’m pregnant, not fragile.” You teased, swatting his hand away from the handles of the large tote bags. “Besides it’s probably better if you suffer with the car seat battle, she always behaves better with her daddy.”
The drive to the beach was fine, the car filled with the soft summer tunes as the wind whipped at your hair. The joy that radiated throughout the car was something he would always be grateful of. Bring able to witness the work that you had put in to make sure he made it to this point was worth it in the end. Leon carried the bags down the ramp onto the sand before he then started making it his mission to find the perfect spot for his family to set up the blankets. You watched as he analysed the surroundings, clearly mapping out escape routes and places where you would be somewhat alone. It was easier to let him deal with this than argue about how far the bathroom is to where you are sat or the fact that the old couple a few sections down are suspicious for wanting to talk to excited toddler that had ran over to them in a last minute act of defiance. You doubt anyone would judge a pregnant woman peeing in the sea anyway if you were too far away from the toilets.
Everyone’s comfort was Leon’s next priority as he strolled around the beach with his little girl in his arms. Once he found a spot, he ensured that the blanket was securely pinned down and the small beach tent, you had insisted on buying despite beach days being far and few between, wasn’t going to fly away. You laughed as he gave a poor attempt to wipe his hands on his swim shorts now they were covered in sand, his grumbles of how irritating sand was only fuelling the amusement of the situation. “This is why you apply sun cream after we finish setting up.” Leon grumbled as he observed the mess on his fingers. “Don’t be surprised if next time I’ve doodled something on your back. Besides you’ve done a wonderful job thank you.” You retorted a playful smile on your features before you leaned towards him for a kiss. Instead of complaining more you watch him stand up, a soft groan and clicking releasing from him as he did so, the abuse of his body now catching up to him. You watched the retreating form of your husband as he walked hand in hand to the sea with a bucket and your daughter, the sun shining on them brightly as they reached the shoreline.
The sun bore on your skin was nothing again the upright position you were sat in that was doing nothing to ease the increasing back pain you were developing as you got further along in your pregnancy. It was either perfect timing or like he had sensed your discomfort when you heard the sound of their laughter as they clearly raced back to you. The laughter was paired to the muted thuds of tiny feet going as fast as she could with slow louder thuds following her in Leon’s poor attempt to slow himself down so she could win.
With her Immediate pestering for a snack once she had reached the blanket it was only fair to assumed that Leon had bribed her to leave the rock pools they were watching with the promise of a snack. Or maybe he was just hungry himself. “Have you drunk anything yet? Sitting in the sun probably isn’t doing you any good, love” He asked, a soft grunt leaving his lips as he sat next to you. His hand instantly going for your stomach and smiling slightly at the small kicks the baby responded to him with . “I’ve drank a lot, but my back is killing me from sitting like this all day. It’s alright though she's happy” you said, gesturing to the little girl that was currently digging the biggest hole she could. Leon’s features lightened in their concern as he gazed upon her, the sight giving him an idea. He crawled along the sand to whisper in her ear, the small giggles to each other were cute as he began to work in sync with her.
His recently washed hands a mess again, not that it mattered to him in this current moment, your comfort was more important than a sandy sandwich he would indulge in later. With their combined efforts they made a hole for you to lay on your stomach equipped with one of the seaside themed towels you pulled out every summer. He eased you over, helping your gentle settle in a comfortable position the same way he does every single night he is home with you. It was the least he could do after all. “We’re the boob holes necessary?” you laughed as you sank down. Finally enjoying the freedom from the backache that had been troubling you. “Very, can have them bring squished either.” he chuckled, giving you a wink.
Despite the complaints this morning and every other time you dragged him to do things in the little free time he got. Leon never meant it, not when he could watch his family thrive and laugh. Creating memories that he would always treasure when the missions got rough, it reminded him of why he did all of it. Why he kept the world safe by enduring what he did so that you could enjoy the somewhat annoying feeling of sandy toes and spend quality time with him.
Of course, you had to humour him with a photo of his amazing craftsmanship. The sun highlighting your body making you look like a goddess to him as he snapped photos of the sight as if he was a tourist looking at one of the Greek statues. With the pressure off your back you soon fell asleep into a small nap. The peaceful sound of the waves lingering in the background and the quiet chatter of the ongoing people that surrounded you was the perfect backing track you needed for the best sleep you had in a while.
When you soon awoke it was your turn to take photos of you had the energy and ability to get up and reach the phone that was. Your eyes fell upon the sight of the of them creating a village of sandcastles. The height of the hill was impressive, Leon’s doing no doubt whilst you assumed that the seagull feather for a flag was clearly your daughters. Leon caught you looking, you face resting on your arms as you quietly watched the interaction between the two of them. He smiled back at you before approaching again. His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from your face being careful not to drop any sand on your features or scratch you with the roughness the sand added to them. “Everything okay?” He asked softly, smiling down at you. In this lighting he was relaxed, the wrinkles he had gained over the years smoothing out into a softer look. Watching him age and grow into the mind-set he was in today will always be one of your big achievements in life. No one worked harder than Leon.
The evidence was there in your comfort and daughters smile as she attempted to make a moat around the castle they had made, not quiet understanding that the sand will soak up the water as soon as she places it. “Perfect, thank you.” You responded. Leon’s hand worked through the soft strands of your hair once more before his gaze fell back on his little girl. Her cheerful concentration was amusing as he stared up at her dad when he approached, his hand outstretched holding another bucket of his own. You watched as Leon dragged her back down to the shoreline once more and knelt in the refreshing water as they began to work again building yet another sandcastle only this time with a fancy moat that bought water in with the waves that chased them up the beach. There laughter adding to the soundscape that once again bought you into peace.
