SPECIAL

"Oh, my God!" Camila's eyes widened at her three-year-old boy running towards the kids on the expansive lawn. "Look at your son, Pyke."

"Like father like son." Pyke grinned proudly at his wife across the round table. 

"It's not even funny." She chuckled, maintaining her cool even if she looked annoyed at her husband.

"He's just a kid, babe. Chill. When he grows up—"

"He'll be worse than his father, banging—"

"Hey." He stopped Bash. "I'm a ...