“Babe I’m home,” you called out as you hung your coat.
Jax appeared from the kitchen, “Hey mama,” he smiled against your lips as he greeted you with a kiss.
“Sorry I’m late, I really thought I’d be home before Alita left.”
“It’s okay,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, “I think I can handle the boys for a couple hours,” and pulled you in for another kiss.
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