The two exchanged a brief look that made my chest constrict. Holy fuck, they were so in love with each other. In a single glimpse, August’s protectiveness and affection were as clear as Camden’s mischief and young I-knew-we-were-meant-to-be wisdom.

“It took months for us to get serious, though,” Camden revealed. “Daddy was always working at his restaurant, and I was a double major. But once we sort of morphed into Daddy and Little Boy, I stopped pretending that it wasn’t upsetting to leave his place without knowing when we’d see each other again.”

August dipped down and kissed the side of Camden’s head. “I asked him to move in with me a couple days later.”

That was sweet.

The gold bands on their fingers glinted in the rising sun.

“I had two proud daddies at my graduation ceremony the following year.” Camden smiled smugly.

“You sure did.” August handed Camden a napkin. “Perhaps you can tell Anthony what you studied since he asked.”

I’d almost forgotten.

“Oh, right.” Camden giggled and wiped some grease from his chin. “Photography, design, and computer science. It was through that I found illustration and developing.”

No wonder the photos on their NSFW account were so beautiful. He was a professional.

“Do you work as a photographer, ragazzo?” I asked curiously.

“No, I’m a content creator for a gaming company,” he replied frankly.

“He’ll have to show you his office later,” August said. “It’s like walkin’ into a rave party with all the keyboards lit up in neon colors.”

All the keyboards? How many could he have?

“I can show him quickly, a sneak peek, but I’m off till my next project,” Camden said. “Work is not a fun topic. That’s for grown-ups.”

“Of course.” August ruffled his boy’s hair and crammed a triangle of toast into his mouth, then made eye contact with me. “He loves his job to the point where it borders on obsession, but the minute he sinks back into his Little mind-set, he pretends to snore if I bring it up.”

I grinned.

“That’s how the cookie crumbles,” Camden sang. “We gotta talk about something a million times more important now.”

“Your chores?” August guessed.

Camden rolled his eyes. “Uh, no. Anthony’s next term of endearment for me. He speaks Italian, Daddy. Did you know? It’s so sexy.”

The heated look August sent me made me chuckle and shift in my seat.

“I may have discovered that last night,” he murmured.

Camden didn’t notice the shift in the atmosphere. “Do you speak any other languages, Sir?”