Chase’s POV.
“Daddy, why did they fall down?” Chance asks me and I lift my son, my world, in my arms and he rests his head on my shoulder as his fingers play with my cut.
“They are really sleepy.” I say, trying not to laugh. My woman is an evil genius. Then again, she is smart — too smart. She takes after Ranger in that. I hate to admit it but Bloodhound wasn’t that smart, and that is why Ranger never made him president.
“Oh, ok, love you, daddy.” Chance says and kisses my cheek and I kiss his.
“Love you too, buddy. Why don’t you go and play with the other kids? I need to help uncle Bear, Beard, Stinger, and Terry take them home.” I say to him and he nods, and I place him on his feet and he runs off. This kid is full of energy. He is like a tornado wrapped in a tsunami. Just like Sha
