Warning: s****l content towards the end of the chapter
Cameron’s POV
Two years later,
“Boys,” I yelled out on the top floor of the packhouse.
“Yes, daddy,” I hear Eric and Grant yell back out.
I move towards their voices in Eric's room holding our one-year-old son Jaxson, to find the two older pups playing with Lego scattered all over the bedroom floor. Instantly I know I’m not walking any further into that room. That would be death to the bottom of my feet. Nope. Not happening today.
It was unusual to see these two together without Rambo’s two girls. Logan and Madison were their best friends beside Owen (Tara’s son), and Sabastian (Ben’s son). Those six pups all played together constantly. Little Jaxson couldn’t keep up with the others yet. He was still kinda stuck
