
The tent is way more complicated than you thought and before long you're sitting in the middle of the darn thing growling in frustration.
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"You need help now?" Jax asks with his right brow arched in a way that makes your stomach flip.
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"Uh, yes, please, daddy."
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Jax sets aside the wood he's collecting and comes to you. He reaches a hand forward and you take it. He pulls you up and nods at the camping chair by the firepit. "Have a seat. There's coffee in the thermos."
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As he starts putting the tent up he asks, "I thought you'd said you'd put up millions of tents."
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"It's different than the ones I'm used to," you say trying to cover up your lie.
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He has the tent up in less than ten minutes and it makes you grumpy.
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He turns to you, hands on hips. "You sure you've put up a tent before?""
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You swallow at his question.
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Do you...
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