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Isaac knew how hard the move had been on Camden; being uprooted from the life that was just getting started in Chicago had been traumatic and Isaac wished he could have avoided that somehow. And yet, there they were, and from the looks of it, his son still didn’t hate him from dragging him half-way across the country. He laughed softly when Camden protested that it was still too early, and he shook his head when Elena basically grabbed the child to stop him from running. He welcomed her lips against his own and relished in the way she was smiling, somewhat a rare sight lately. “I love you too,” he replied, resting his forehead against hers for a moment, then looked down at Camden. “Here’s the deal, dad’s gonna go get dressed, so you can finish without breaking your neck. Good?”
While it was usually a project to get the boy to wake up on time for school, or to wake up in a timely fashion at all for that matter, today he had been full of energy from the moment sunlight illuminated his face. Holidays were always different, something magical seeming to encase the day and make it easier to wake up. However it appeared that his mother wasn't appreciating this energy levels. Nearly the instant Camden felt his feet lift off the ground he began squirming, legs continuing to move as if trying to run on thin air. There had to be some sort of magic that could make him be able to break free of his mother and continue to decorate. His father had already seen to much too early! Why hadn't his mother used her hand to cover his eyes instead of picking him up?!
When he had finally been let go Camden covered his eyes with his pack of streamers. "Ew, no kissing." He stated before his attention was drawn to his father talking to him. "Okay!" And off he went dashing around the room again.










