Mom," Nathan called to her.

Daisy pulled her gaze from the tent and the fleeting glimpse of Jack's bare back, the smooth planes and indent of his spine, the sliver of the white elastic just above the blue waistband of his jeans..."Hmm?"

"What's a faaar ant?" he asked just above a whisper.

"Fire." She chuckled and shook her head. "Fire ant. They have a nasty bite that burns."

Nathan smiled. "Well, why didn't he just say fire?"

"He thinks he did.

Auteur: Rachel Gibson

Mom," Nathan called to her.<br /><br />Daisy pulled her gaze from the tent and the fleeting glimpse of Jack's bare back, the smooth planes and indent of his spine, the sliver of the white elastic just above the blue waistband of his jeans..."Hmm?"<br /><br />"What's a faaar ant?" he asked just above a whisper.<br /><br />"Fire." She chuckled and shook her head. "Fire ant. They have a nasty bite that burns."<br /><br />Nathan smiled. "Well, why didn't he just say fire?"<br /><br />"He thinks he did. - Rachel Gibson


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