Book 3 - Chapter Sixty Five

Mackenzie’s POV

When Callan returns home that evening, he walks into the apartment whistling loudly a huge smile on his face as he makes his way into the living room, catching Maxton as the toddler hurls himself at the muscular man’s legs.

‘Hey bud, have you had a good day? Been helping Mama out?’ he asks warmly, swinging the little boy up into his arms as Maxton laughs, his other arm snaking around my waist and hauling me into his side where he places a kiss on my temple. Since I learned about his fiancee and he, about Maxton's father, our connection seems to have deepened, little touches as he passes me, secret smiles and watching movies after my toddler goes to bed. It's all so . . . . domestic, and I'm struggling to keep my heart in check, everything the soldier does, tender look ……