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When dinner was ready, we helped the kids get their plates. I was balancing one for Alexis and one for Cameron when Ramsey walked up and offered to help Cameron.
“You don’t have to. You did all the cooking,” I argued.
He shook his head. “That was the easy part. Plus, I’m just standing here. I’m happy to help him out.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
He nodded and took the plate from me. “Come on, Cameron, let’s see what we can find for you.”
Cameron smiled up at him like Ramsey was his new hero. It had been a long time since he’d had a man he could count on in his life. It was the sad truth of having Trevor as a father.
“I want that, Mommy,” Alexis said, bringing my attention back to her.
I held her plate as we walked through the buffet of food Melody set up. Ramsey grilled chicken, bu
