After dinner, Abby took the book into the living room, leaving Preston and Cam to clean up the dishes. Normally Preston enlisted her help, insisting she at least clear the table before turning on the television, but tonight he was happy to let her go because that meant he had Cam all to himself. There wasn’t much involved in cleaning up, really, just rinsing off the plates and sticking them in the dishwasher, but Preston put on a pot of coffee, and the two men pulled their chairs close together at the dining room table so they could cuddle quietly.
Or rather, as quietly as Abby allowed. Once she realized they wouldn’t be joining her in the living room, she came back to find them, the fairy photo book still clenched tightly in both hands. “Daddy, have you seen these pictures yet?” she aske
