Page 72 of Follow the Play

“Not at all. Any preferences on what to dress him up as?”

“Not really. You know him as well as I do. I’m sure anything you pick will be perfect.”

“I’m going to grab him some new winter boots and some lounge wear. He’s growing like a weed these days.”

“He’s going to be big and strong like his daddy,” Baker says, puffing out his chest.

“I mean, tall, yes,” I joke.

He grumbles, and the next thing I know, he’s lifted me into his arms bridal-style, smirking down at me. “Strong, too,” he says, his voice husky as he kisses me.

“Cam, kiss.” Camden comes racing into the room.

Baker chuckles, kisses me one more time, then sets me back on my feet. I crouch down and open my arms for Camden, and he hugs me tightly, giving me a sloppy kiss. “Thank you. A big hug and a kiss. I feel so special,” I tell him, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “You need a haircut,” I tell him.

“I’ll take him today while you’re gone. That’s one less thing for you to worry about.”

“I don’t mind taking him.”

Baker waves me off. “We’re going to grab haircuts and then meet the guys for lunch. Probably at Landry’s, to avoid being photographed. It’s wild this time of year. You ladies need to be mindful of your surroundings.”

“Yes, dear,” I tease. “For the most part, the media leaves us alone. Sometimes during the season, they track us, especially if we’re all together. It’s been forever since we’ve all been out, so that they might get a couple of shots of us today.” I shrug. It’s not a big deal. It’s something we’ve all learned to deal with since the guys became a big part of our lives. Not to mention that Corie and Rowan also both work for the team.

“I hate that. Just be careful, okay?” he asks.

“We will be,” I assure him.

“Swoan, cayful,” Camden repeats.

“You, little man, are the sweetest,” I say, placing kisses all over his cheeks, which makes him giggle.

“What about me? Can I get some of those kisses?”

“You be good for Daddy, and I’ll see you soon, okay?” I ask Camden.

“Bye-bye.” He waves and takes off running to the living room to play with his trucks.

I stand and walk toward Baker. “You feeling left out, Daddy Sin?” I tease.

“When my girl is giving all my kisses away, yes.”

“To your son.”

He shrugs, and I laugh.

“I’ll make it up to you,” I promise.

He pulls me into a hug. “I’m holding you to that,” he whispers huskily.

“All right, I'd better go before I let you boys derail my plans.”

“Have fun. Be safe.”

“We will. I’ll see you later. Bye, Cam!” I call out.

“Swoan, bye!” he yells, and my heart is so damn full I think it might burst.

“That’s adorable,” Amanda says, and we all turn to look. Bellamy is holding up a fairy costume.