"Don't get greedy. You have a daughter to set a good example for. Be a responsible father."

A grin stretched across Forrest's face. "Fair enough. Get that barbecue equipment over here, pronto!"

Camila, lacking the necessary connections, turned to Isaac.

He indulged her with a smile, knowing her free time was precious.

A call was made, and with surprising efficiency, a team arrived.

They brought not only the requested supplies but also a servant and a cook.

Their simple camping trip had transformed into a full-blown barbecue party, complete with assistance to minimize Camila's workload.

They didn't need to spend too much time.

Joe found the situation amusing and wanted to grill food himself.

Forrest had to stay close, worried he might get burned.

Meanwhile, Camila settled onto the soft grass, leaning comfortably against Isaac's shoulder. Her gaze drifted towards Bowen, who was toddling ahead, his cheeks flushed with exertion.

A piece of cake dangled precariously from his tiny hand, bits clinging to the corners of his mouth.

His two front teeth, the only ones that had emerged so far, gleamed when he smiled.

He was an early walker, but a late teether.

Now, he had only four, two on each side.

When Joe was as old as Bowen, he had already sprouted ten teeth.

"This is peaceful, isn't it?" Camila murmured, a contented smile gracing her lips. "A true moment of quiet joy with the family."

Isaac squeezed her hand. “There will be plenty more of these when we get back home," he promised.

He knew she had sacrificed her dream career for their family, and he intended to reciprocate by being more present.

“Mom!" Joe ran over, proudly holding a skewer of roasted beef. “I roasted it myself."