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When Margaret woke up in the morning, she got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When she was done with the water treatment, she went to wake her daughters so that they could all go to breakfast together.

Chelsea and Stacey, who were the most energetic, got up immediately, but Skipper had to be bothered. The brown-haired woman kept saying that she would get up now and continued to sleep. As a result, three people somehow lifted the DJ out of bed and the girls went downstairs, and the woman went to the eldest daughter's room.

- Sun, are you awake? - Margaret knocked on the door, - I'm coming in.

Opening the door, the woman blinked, puzzled-the blonde's room was empty. She shrugged, thinking she was already down there with the others.

However, when she went down to the kitchen, she found her husband and three daughters just up, but the eldest was nowhere to be found. She gave them a slightly worried look as she walked over to the kitchen set.

- Has anyone seen Barbie? - She exchanged a glance with George, who had even stopped chewing on another cookie, - Her room is empty.

- No way! - Skipper said, almost choking on her tea, - I left her last night, and she said she was going to bed.

- It means that...  Stacey and Chelsea exchanged a startled look, - Barbie's been kidnapped!

- Wait, girls, - the man stroked both of their heads, - Maybe she couldn't sleep and then left the room?

- That's an option, but where to? - The woman glanced at the door with a worried look, - What if something happened?

-I don't think anything can happen to Barbie, - Skipper said, sipping her tea sleepily, - It's Barbie! And Ken is always with her.

- Oh! - the woman smiled, kissing her daughter on the top of the head, - Skip, well done! I'll call Heather and John, see if they have her.

She went to the window, picked up the phone, and dialed her neighbor's number. They answered almost immediately.

- Heather, hi! - Margaret looked out the window, periodically glancing at the dining family, - Listen, do you have a Barbie?

There was a slight grunt on the phone, and the woman cursed as she tripped over the cat they'd started about six months ago.

- Wait, I'll look in Ken's room. You know they sleep together.

Margaret smiled slightly, still holding the phone to her ear.

- No, - the neighbor said, sounding surprised, - we don't have her. And Ken's gone, too.

Roberts exhaled heavily, glancing worriedly at her husband, who was waiting with interest for the end of the conversation.

- Thank you. Call me if they show up.

- All right. And you, too.

- Come on, - Margaret said, nodding slightly to herself, - Bye.

After saying goodbye to her friend, the woman turned to her family.

- No, they don't have it, - she said, sitting down at the table, trying to start eating, but she couldn't get a bite, - and Ken isn't here either.

- It means, - the two younger Roberts squealed in unison, - they've both been kidnapped!

- Girls, don't panic.

Margaret rose from the table.

- I can't do this. Let's go look for them.

The family came out of the kitchen, starting to search for the missing item.

After a certain amount of time, Skipper guessed to go out to the back yard. After walking a couple of meters, she froze in shock, immediately grabbing her phone and opening the camera. Taking a picture of what she saw, the brown-haired woman quietly called her mother, who looked out of the house.

- Mother, come here! - The girl was still stunned, but she could no longer hide her smile, - Look, here's the loss!

She pointed to a hammock hidden under the foliage of two trees. There, comfortably ensconced, was Barbie, her face buried in her friend's chest, and Ken, hugging her in his sleep and burying his nose in her fluffy hair. They were wrapped in a blanket, obviously frozen during the night, and their legs were intertwined to keep warm. Or so Margaret had assumed.

The woman grinned and crossed her arms over her chest, glancing at her daughter.

- Have you taken a picture yet? - There was a look of surprise in her eyes, and at the brown-haired woman's subsequent nod, she whispered conspiratorially, - Send it to me...

The girl nodded, giggling, and they retreated into the house, first to calm everyone down, and second to examine the photo in detail.

Once inside, the woman called out to all the household members who were scattered around the house, and then spoke softly.

- We found these two, - Margaret put a finger to her lips, already feeling Chelsea and Stacey ready to squeal with joy, - But be quiet, they're asleep.

- Where are they. ..  George asked in a low voice, - asleep?

- In the hammock. I have no idea how they got there, - the girls' mother looked at her husband with a sly look in her eyes, immediately emphasizing the words, seeing what a Cupid's smile was spreading across Skipper's face, - but we will NOT interfere with them.

The brown-haired girl dropped her hands dejectedly, letting out a frustrated sigh, but her mother leaned close to her ear and spoke so that only she could hear her.

- You can watch them from afar, but don't get in the way.

The DJ squeaked happily, immediately rushing off to build herself an observation post. George looked at his wife in disbelief.

- What did you tell her?

- It doesn't matter. Oh, and be ready to matchmaking your eldest daughter soon, - she chuckled, giving her husband a peck on the cheek, - Come on, it's time for us to finish our breakfast.

- What?!

- Let's go, I say.

When the food was finished, Margaret sent her neighbor the photo that Skipper had taken.

The brown-haired woman, who had finally built a convenient surveillance post, sat down, rummaging through her phone. She threw off the photo of her mother and opened it in the gallery, starting to look at it in great detail, from the position of her hands to the expressions on her faces.

                                ***

Barbie stirred slightly, opening her sleepy eyes. Realizing that she was lying in Ken's arms, the girl blushed, biting her lip in embarrassment. She looked up at his face, enjoying the peace that was on it.

Pulling one hand out from under the blanket, she gently ran her palm over his cheek, lightly touching the short hair on his temple with her fingertips, and the very short, recently shaved stubble.

- You're so perfect... If you only knew how much I love you...

She raised herself a little on her elbows, moving closer to his face. Skipper, who was sitting in her ambush, noticed the movement of the surveillance objects, so she stared at them, first turning on the camera.

Realizing that she might be doing something stupid, Barbie leaned closer, kissing him on the forehead. However, this was not enough for her, and she gently placed her hand on his neck and began to gently kiss his face.

Cheekbones, forehead, eyelids, temples, nose, cheeks, chin.

The guy mumbled something contentedly through his sleep, and the blonde, engrossed in her occupation, approached his lips, weightlessly touching them. Running a finger along his cheekbone, she leaned a little closer to him. A few moments passed, but they seemed like an eternity.

The girl suddenly froze, feeling a faint response to the kiss.

Startled, she opened her eyes and realized that the blond man was still asleep, but he could feel all of her touch. To know that her lover, even in a dream, was responding to her kiss, was damn nice.

Roberts pulled away from her friend's lips, shyly hiding her eyes. She leaned closer to him, warming herself and tucking her bare feet under her, as she studied his face.

"WHAT DID I JUST DO?"

It was the second time in two days that she had asked this question, blushing.

Skipper, who had fancied herself a spy, was now sitting with her mouth open. The thoughts just disappeared. The girl watched her sister's actions with shock reflected in her eyes. After finishing shooting the video, the girl realized that for today a huge dose of Karbie would be enough for her, and therefore she carefully retired to her room.

Ken stirred after a couple of minutes, apparently feeling the gaze of his girlfriend wandering over his face. Sleepily opening his eyes, he saw the eyes of Barbie in front of his face, immediately smiling at her.

Half asleep, not knowing what he was doing, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. The blonde stared at him, blushing deeply. However, the sleepy guy immediately forgot what he had done, looking at the disheveled girlfriend.

- Good... - he hesitated, looking up at the sky and trying to determine the approximate time by the sun, - morning?

- M-morning, - the girl was still wildly embarrassed, red as a tomato, - H-how did you sleep? Aren't you cold?

He shook his head, closing his eyes.

- It wasn't much, but it's warm with you. You warmed me, - he said, patting her shoulder, - and I had a beautiful dream.

- Yes? - she calmed down a little when she realized that the guy hadn't realized what he'd done, - And what is it?

- Ah... - he hesitated, knowing that he was about to give himself away to her, - I-I won the surfer competition, hehe...

Ken smiled awkwardly, and Barbie giggled, patting his head.

- I think we should get up? - the girl almost purred it, - We, unfortunately, can't lie like this forever, no matter how much we would like to...

- Yes, come on.

But, as it happens, something happened to them once again. They simultaneously stood up on one side of the hammock, immediately falling to the ground. Ken was hovering over Barbie, one of his hands under the back of her head, the other resting on her waist. They blushed, looking at each other, and then the surfer immediately jumped up from the ground, helping his friend to get up.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!

They said at the same time, looking into each other's eyes. They wanted to sink into the ground with shame.

Soon they said their goodbyes. The lifeguard went home, and Barbie, out of boredom, wandered a little around the backyard, and also went to her room: Breakfast was not canceled, as her rumbling stomach kept saying. Humming self-consciously, she made her way to the kitchen in high spirits. However, there was a surprise waiting for her. However, it is up to you to decide whether it is pleasant or not.

Walking down the hall, she spun around, humming a little, and danced to the kitchen table with her eyes closed. Still daydreaming, she went to the refrigerator, peering inside. She found a couple of slices of pizza, took them out, and put them in the microwave. However, a delicate cough was heard very close by, and Barbie jumped up in fright, almost screeching.

- Mom!

- What? - the woman looked at her with a smirk, her arms crossed over her chest, - Were you afraid that you were caught in such a good mood after spending time with Ken?

- Mom! - the girl flashed brighter than any lantern, as soon as she heard about the guy, - I-I... Aah...

The woman sat down on the bar stool, still looking at her eldest daughter cheerfully.

- What about Mom? - she chuckled, smiling, - I've been a mom for seventeen years, and I've been a mom four times.

- Moooooooom! - moaned Barbie, blushing even more than before, - Well, why are you embarrassing me?

- I? - she pretended to be surprised , - But not in my life! You're very good at that yourself.

The girl turned away, hiding her crimson cheeks and took out the already warmed pizza from the microwave and sat down at the table opposite her mother, shyly hiding her eyes in her plate.

Margaret laughed a little, moving to the chair next to her daughter and patting her on the head.

- Your dad almost fainted when I told him you were going to have to be married soon.

- What?!

The girl looked up at her mother with a confused, perplexed look, all red, as if she had just come out of a sauna. The woman laughed, enjoying the emotion on her daughter's face.

- Now I can tell exactly who you went to, - she put her arms around her daughter's shoulders, and the girl shyly buried her face in her shoulder, knowing that she could not get away from a heart - to-heart conversation with her mother, - Daddy's daughter.

- Well, mooooom, - the girl moaned into her shoulder, almost shaking with embarrassment, - I'm embarrassed!

- It'll be awkward for you in your first sex, - the blonde almost squealed at this remark, and her mother smiled slyly, stroking her head, - And now tell me everything you feel, sun.

The girl knew that she could not escape, so she sighed, biting her lip and still hiding her face in her mother's shoulder.

- All right...