❀ Clark ❀
"This is insane," I said as I leaned back in my seat and rubbed my stomach. "That bread was not normal. What the hell did you put in it?"
"Love," Amy’s voice rang out from the kitchen.
"Pretty sure it was magic," Camden added from his spot across the porch table. I smirked as I turned my face toward the late afternoon sun that warmed my face. I was stuffed and had clearly eaten far too much, but the food had been so good. Out in the yard, Eva, Fredrick, and my father chased each other around the swing set. Laughter echoed off the fence. Inside, the women were cleaning up, and I probably should have offered to help. But honestly, I couldn’t move. Too much chicken. Too much lamb. Too much of everything. But not a single regret. I watched as my tired-looking father returned to th
