Page 97 of Fierce-Jax

Jax was a hot guy.

He was her guy too.

And that meant she could help and not take advantage of him telling her to relax.

That wasn’t what a partnership did in her eyes and that was exactly what she felt she and Jax had.

She got the plates down and set the table.

Gianna came running in. “I’m hungry again. Can I have a banana?”

“Jax is cooking dinner. It will be ready in about ten minutes.”

Dillion found a bag of frozen mixed vegetables in the freezer and popped them into the microwave.

“But I’m hungry now!”

Gianna stomped her foot. Not something she always did, but it told her to be ready for some dramatics.

“What’s going on in here?” Jax asked, returning.

“I want to eat,” Gianna said. “Mom said I have to wait.”

“Mommy is the boss,” he said.

She frowned.

She wasn’t sure she liked hearing that.

“Gianna, go in the other room, please, and we’ll call you in when it’s ready.”

“No,” Gianna said, moving to Jax and putting her arms up. “Jax will give me a banana.”

His eyes shifted back and forth between her daughter standing at his feet with her arms up and her mother saying no.

“Sorry,” he said. “It’s only ten minutes. You won’t fade away in that time and then you’ll be super hungry and eat your entire burger. I bet you eat it faster than me.”

Gianna sniffled, her bottom lip coming out. “But I want it now.”

“Tears will not work,” Dillion said. “And if you keep it up, then you are going to bed early, and no movie tonight with us.”

Gianna shouted and ran out of the room crying.

Dillion hated that Gianna was acting this way but worse, that she did it in front of Jax.

She supposed it was too much to hope her daughter was always well behaved, but it didn’t appear that would be the case tonight.

“Is she okay?” he asked.

“She’ll be fine. She is out of sorts this week, like me. I know she misses my mother who lets her get away with everything. My mother always says I’m the boss and yet doesn’t listen either.”

“Are you mad I said you were the boss?” he asked, frowning.

“No,” she said. “I don’t know.”

He moved closer to her. “Talk to me.”

She shrugged. “It’s hard to explain it.”

---