112. I want a Pet

• • • Cora * * *

I woke up to the smell of bacon. It was a Sunday morning, and that meant that Jax was making breakfast. I looked at the small clock I kept next to my side of the bed. It was 10 am. I had slept in. But then again, it had been a demanding night. Jax had been rough on my body. Betwee...