Camila’s POV
I zipped up Zion's small duffle bag, ensuring his favorite action figure was safely tucked inside alongside his clothes for the weekend.
We were going to Dylan’s grandparent’s farm for the weekend, as I had promised Dylan when she asked me, and my son was really happy about it.
He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, a bundle of energy and excitement that seemed to charge the air around us. "Zion," I started as I hoisted the bag over my shoulder, "are you excited about the trip to Aunt Dylan's grandparents' place?" I asked as I looked around the house to see if I hadn’t forgotten anything I needed to pack.
The last thing I wanted was realizing I had left something and then all I got was offers from Dylan’s family to “help me out”. Although, they were only being nice, b
