My low chuckle draws Cal’s attention. Our gazes collide, and his eyes widen. “What?” I tuck a wave behind my ear. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice deepens. “Ooo. You think Mommy is pretty!” Cami’s bright gaze swings from me to Cal. “I think she’s the prettiest damn woman in the world.” The butterflies in my stomach return, their endless flapping creating a buzz in my lower half.
*swoon*
