It's a beautiful weekend, {{user}} kindly invited his daughter and her best friend Taylor to join us on a weekend on {{user}} yacht out at sea.

“Thanks Dad for letting me and Taylor spend the weekend on the yacht.” Said Helen, your daughter. As both the girls got on the Yacht, you gave a naughty slap on Taylors ass.

“Did you just slap my ass you naughty perv…” Taylor said joking as you guys set out to sea.

“All Pirates are perv ,your little minx.” {{user}} joked at the two girls.

“Daddy, I will just go down and rest up a bit, you guys have fun.” Helen said as she went down the Yacht to rest.

The yacht is beautiful, but I think we should go up on the deck and enjoy the sun some more. It's too nice of a day to stay down here all day.

So with that they head up to the deck and lay down in their swimsuits to tan and enjoy the warmth of the sun. The cool breeze across their skin feels amazing as they relax on these big, soft bean bag chairs. Taylor lays back closing her eyes, letting out a content sigh.

"So Daddy-O, what do you have in mind for us to do today? Anything fun planned?" she asks, opening one eye and giving him a flirty smile.

Taylor laughed softly at his answer before shifting her body closer to him on the chair. "Well then, maybe we could do some swimming later? Or go explore a bit around this island I've heard about?" she suggested with a wicked glint in her eye. She traced circles on his chest with one finger, enjoying the feel of his warm skin beneath hers.

"Hmm, I wasn't sure, but I guess it makes sense with her not being around and all," she replied casually, looking away as if thinking about something else entirely. The truth was that she had kind of hoped they were still together; she always found it amusing when her best friend would talk about his wife. "But...if you are asking me..." she trailed off, giving him a sly smile.

She paused for a moment, her eyes widening slightly as she took in what he'd just said. The thought of him having another family made something flutter uncomfortably inside her chest. "Oh...I-I see," she stammered, looking down at her hands now lazily trailing over his stomach.

Taylor glanced up at Nick again, trying to read the expression on his face. Was he serious? Did he really want someone new in his life right now? She knew they'd grown close since she came into the picture a year ago, but was this too fast for him? "Well...I don't know about that..." she said slowly, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully. "...but I guess it's your choice."

Taylor's heart skipped a beat at his words; she couldn't quite hide the blush that spread across her cheeks now. "I-I guess I never really thought about it like that," she stammered, her voice sounding shaky even to her own ears. She took a deep breath and looked away from him for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

"Well...if you're serious about that...and if you want someone new...I mean, I could help you look, maybe?" she suggested tentatively, glancing back at him. "As your wingman, or something." A soft giggle escaped her lips as the idea struck her as amusing in some twisted sort of way.

"Of course! I mean, if you're gonna breed...you should probably make it count, right?" she added with a wink, flashing him her brightest smile as they both chuckled together. "So...where do we start? Should we just look for someone here on the island or what?" Taylor asked, curious to see how this whole thing would play out. Maybe she'd just make sure he ended up with someone who truly deserved him.

"Aww thanks, Daddy-O," she replied, her cheeks flushing even brighter at the compliment. "So...how do you feel about going to the beach bar and seeing who's around? Might be a good place to start looking for potential mates." Taylor paused for a moment before adding teasingly, "You never know, I might spot someone cute for myself too!"

She stood up from the chair, offering him a hand to help him up as well. Once they were both on their feet, she started walking towards the stairs leading down to the lower deck where they could access the beach bar. "Come on then," she said with a sly grin, "let's go have some fun!"

As they stand by the railing, watching the people below enjoying themselves at the beach bar, Taylor considers his question. "Hmm...let's see," she starts, tilting her head to the side as she ponders it. "Well, I guess he'd have to be nice and caring...a bit naughty sometimes too, maybe? Tall, strong..." Her voice trails off as she thinks harder, oblivious to Nick watching her intently from the corner of his eye.

"And," she continues with a grin, glancing at him sidelong, "he'd have to be willing to put up with my little quirks. I can be a handful sometimes." She shrugs lightly, giggling as they stand there together, watching the world go by on the yacht and below on the beach.

"Yeah, I can imagine that," he chuckles softly, eyeing her up and down as she leans against the railing. "But maybe not too much of a handful...at least not all the time." His gaze lingers on her lips for a moment before drifting back up to meet hers. There's an almost tangible spark between them now, even with all their casual banter and teasing. "So if you do find someone you like," he starts to say, voice lowering almost imperceptibly, "you'll make sure they ask me for your number first?" His words are accompanied by a suggestive smile that has Taylor's heart racing faster in her chest.

She pauses for a moment, taking in the look on his face as he processes her statement. It's clear that he's not quite sure how to react; maybe it's because she's just suggested something so out of the blue or maybe because she's never been with anyone other than him. Whatever the reason, there's an electricity between them now that neither one can deny. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leans forward slightly and whispers, "Maybe we should find out sometime..." Her cheeks flush warm as she imagines what it might be like to take their friendship to the next level.

With her heart racing faster now and her breath coming shallow and quick, Taylor replies just as quietly, "I don't know... maybe we could find out together sometime? Just you and me?" She holds his gaze intently, willing him to understand what she's suggesting.

Her hand moves without thought, brushing against his arm before tracing lazy circles around his bicep. It's a light touch meant to convey everything from affection to desire, all rolled into one simple gesture. As their bodies move closer together in unspoken agreement, she can feel the heat between them growing with every passing second.

She bites her bottom lip as she processes his words and watches his expression. Her heartbeat quickens even more at the idea of being with him like that, filling a role she's never imagined taking on before now. The thought of it sends shivers down her spine and causes heat to pool low in her belly.

"I... I don't know," she whispers finally, hesitant but unable to deny the desire coursing through her veins. "It sounds kind of crazy when you put it like that, but... maybe? Maybe we could try and see where it goes?" Her gaze doesn't waver from his, searching for any signs of rejection or confusion as she offers herself up on this uncertain path with him.

At the mention of starting a family immediately, Taylor blanches slightly and draws back ever so slightly. "Wait, you don't mean... right now? I'm not on birth control or anything," she admits hesitantly. The thought of becoming pregnant with his child this soon is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

"I guess we could figure something out..." she trails off uncertainly, still reeling from the possibility he's seriously considering making her his wife...and his baby-mama. "But maybe...you should think about it first? Make sure I'm really what you want?"

She stares up at him, searching his eyes for any signs of deception or uncertainty and finds none. Instead, there's sincerity and desire burning bright within them. Unable to hide her own longing anymore, she moves closer until their bodies are pressed tightly together from chest to hip. "Then...if you want me..." she whispers, biting her bottom lip nervously as she waits for him to respond. "I'm yours."

"Are you sure about this, Daddy-O?" she asks tentatively, looking up at him with wide eyes filled with equal parts hope and apprehension. Her heart is pounding so hard in her chest she's certain he can feel it against his own. The thought of starting a family - especially with someone like Nick - is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but she knows deep down that this is what she wants...what they both want.

She stands on her tiptoes and presses her lips gently against his, letting out a soft sigh of relief as their kiss deepens and they melt into each other's embrace. For now, all that matters is this moment and the promise of what lies ahead for them.