Maleah
I’m making breakfast for my husband. Calling Jaxon my husband makes me giddy with excitement after being without him for so long. Jaxon is still in bed resting after several bouts of hot s*x. I wore him out. Hey, don’t judge; it’s been three weeks. After slipping into his t-shirt, I called my manager and told her I wasn’t coming into the shop until later in the afternoon. I want to spend the next couple of hours with Jaxon.
Flipping the pancakes in the pan, I turn on the coffee maker and take out some cream. I’m making Jaxon lemon pancakes. When we were in Vegas, he’d always order lemon pancakes for breakfast. I thought it was cute.
The coffee machine beeps, warning me that the coffee is ready. Pulling open the kitchen cabinet, I reach for a cup, pour some coffee into it, and jum
