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About forty-five minutes later, I hear the shuffle of bare feet on the hardwood. A second later, Jax stumbles into the kitchen, wearing nothing but his jeans. His body is still loose from sleep, and the lazy, half-awake look on his face just makes him even hotter. God, he’ssounfairly good-looking.

He catches me staring and smirks.“What’s got you in such a good mood?”

I grin as he steps up to me, wrapping me in his arms and pressing a slow, sleepy kiss to my lips. I tilt my head back, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

“You. Us.”

His smirk deepens.“Oh yeah?”

I nod.

“Good.”

“It is good.”I tap his chest, nudging him toward the table.“Now go sit down. I made pancakes, eggs, bacon, and hash browns.”

Jax pulls out a chair, eyeing the spread.“This feels like a reward.”

I shrug, shooting him a look.“Maybe it is.”

I make his plate and set it in front of him before turning to grab his coffee, but before I can take a step, his arm snakes around my waist, yanking me onto his lap.

“Where you going?”

I laugh, wiggling against his hold.“To get your coffee.”

“Not without giving me a kiss first.”

I lean in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, but he isn’t having it. His grip tightens, and he pulls me in for a long, deep kiss that makes my head spin.

When he finally lets me go, I take a second to catch my breath. He smirks, satisfied, then helps me to my feet, giving my butt a playful slap as I walk away.

Yeah. This isexactlywhere I’m meant to be.

After grabbing my plate, I sit across from him at the table. He’s already halfway through his food, eating like a man who hasn’t had a real meal in weeks. My heart pounds as I take a deep breath, clearing my throat.

“I’m ready to come back home.”

His fork stills. His eyes darken—not with anger, but something I can’t quite place. I wasn’t expecting a parade or anything, but I thought he’d at least smile. Maybe pull me into his lap again.

Instead, he just stares at me.

“Is this about last night?”

My brows pull together.“What do you mean?”

He leans back in his chair, rubbing a hand down his face.“Are you worried about me? Are you coming back because you think I need you to take care of me or something? Is this… guilt?”

I blink at him, completely caught off guard.“Guilt? Jax, what the hell are you talking about?”

He shakes his head like he’s trying to shake off the thought.“Forget I said anything.”

Yeah.Not likely.

I narrow my eyes, my heart pounding a little harder now.“Do you not want me to come back?”

Jax exhales sharply, setting his fork down with a clatter. His gaze locks onto mine, intense and unwavering.“Baby, you coming back has always been the end goal for me. You, me, getting married, putting a baby inside you—over and fucking over again—until we have a little crew running around.”

My breath catches, heat rushing to my face, but he’s not done.

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