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‘Hazza, you're required in the pool!’ Percy calls out over the splashing and laughing. Henry is incredibly content on his sun lounger, the parasol gives him and Martha enough shade to read their books while his feet get a bit of the sun. He doesn't even look up from his beloved copy of Emma (June and him might have watched Clueless on the plane).
‘What could possibly be so important, Percy?’
‘Don’t worry about it, baby. You keep reading.’ Alex replies before he hears an evil laugh which is distinctly Nora's. He’s finally curious enough to sit up and see what the fuss is about. Their pool has a net in between for volleyball and it appears to have turned into a UK Vs USA match. Henry now understands the predicament, he lets out a sigh and is looking around for his bookmark when he hears footsteps along the tile and a sudden splash.
‘You’re our hero Pip!’ Bea cheers.
Henry looks to Martha whose mouth is hanging open and back to the pool where the two teams are huddling to make game plans. Or he wouldn't be surprised if team USA are in a similar state of bewilderment as him and making sure they all just saw Philip jump in the pool.
‘You’re going down!’ June threatens as they start the game, in a tone that sounds far less playful than it should. Henry gets mildly distracted when Alex jumps out to make a hit, his abs practically sparkling with sunlight and pool water.
‘Careful dear, you're drooling.’ Martha nudges him with her elbow, giving him a playful grin. Henry doesn't even blush, he will admire his outrageously gorgeous husband all he likes. He takes it all in, his family, their family enjoying a holiday together.
Catherine comes out with a tray of bellinis for them and sits on the end of Henry's sunbed. She laughs when she spots Philip in the pool, cheering at the top of his lungs as they get a point. Catherine holds up her drink to Henry's to cheers, their glasses clink and they turn to Martha who has a glass in her hand but her eyes firmly on Philip in the pool. Henry clears his throat loudly, Martha reanimates when she sees Henry and Catherine watching her.
‘What was that about drooling?’ He teases. She finally clinks her glass, a blush blossoming on her freckled cheeks.