Looking at Jax talking softly to Hope, I wonder how often he does this kind of thing. For all I know, he could have women with kids over all the time, I think, while something I don’t like settles in the pit of my stomach.
“Who’s ready for pancakes?” Jax asks.
“I am!” Hope yells loudly, making him chuckle.
“What happened to my little mouse?” I ask her, and she wiggles her nose at me over his shoulder.
“Inside voice, Angel,” I remind her softly.
“Okay, Mama.” She sighs.
“Do you have a table?” I ask Jax, looking around and trying to remember if I saw one last night when he showed us around the house.
“No. Shit,” he mutters, setting Hope back on the counter.
“You said a naudy word,” she tells him.
“I meant crud,” he says, trying to look mollified but failing.
Her head tilts to the side, studying him, then she looks at me. “Mama, is crud a bad word?”
“No, Angel.” I shake my head at her, pressing my lips together to keep from laughing when she starts mumbling “crud” under her breathe over and over again, making Jax grimace. One thing I learned early on is never tell a three-year-old not to say something, because suddenly that becomes their favorite word.
“I don’t have a dining table.”
“It’s okay; we can eat here,” I assure him, watching as Ashlyn goes to one of the cabinets and pulls down plates.
“I’ll pick up some stools for the island today while I’m out with my dad,” he says then looks around, his eyes going to the stuff on the floor. “And I’ll get this stuff cleaned up too.”
“Jax,” I say softly, waiting for his eyes to come to me. “It’s really okay. Please, don’t do anything. You’ve already done too much.”
“Ellie—”
He starts to say something, but is cut off when, “Honey!” is yelled through the house.
“Fuck, I need to take everyone’s keys back,” he grumbles, making me laugh, causing a smile to twitch his lips.
“You said a naudy word,” Hope pauses then adds, “again.”
His chest expands on a deep breath and his face softens when he looks at her, muttering, “Sorry, sweetheart,” as his parents walk into the kitchen.
“Ellie,” Lilly says in greeting, giving me a warm hug.
“Hi.” I smile then turn slightly to receive a hug from his dad, Cash, whom I met in the hospital before Jax took me to get Hope.
“How are you holding up, honey?” he asks gently while Lilly moves to Jax, kissing his cheek.
“Good,” I say sincerely then pick Hope up off the counter. “I would like you guys to meet Hope. Hope, this is Jax and Ashlyn’s dad and mom, Cash and Lilly.”
“Hi.” Hope smiles shyly, leaning her head on my shoulder.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Hope,” Lilly says with a soft look on her face while reaching out, running her hand down Hope’s cheek.
“Hi, Hope.” Cash wraps his arm around his wife’s back, pulling her closer to his side.
“Ax said naudy words,” she tells his parents, and I pull my bottom lip into my mouth as Ashlyn starts to laugh at my side and Jax groans, tilting his head back.
“He did, did he?” Lilly frowns over her shoulder at her son.
“Two times,” she says, holding up three fingers, the third one coming up because her little fingers are so chubby.
“Are we supposed to tattle?” I ask her, and she frowns while shaking her head. “Good, now are you ready to eat?” I lift a brow and she nods, so I set her back on the counter, since there is no table, and cut up her pancake, placing it next to her.
“Here, sweetheart,” Jax says, giving her a Solo cup with orange juice in it.
I give him an appreciative look, and he shrugs then asks, “Are you going to eat something?”
“I’m going on a diet, so I’ll have a banana or something,” I tell him absently, watching Hope eat.
“Why are you going on a diet?” He frowns, checking me out and making me blush as his eyes get darker. “You look perfect.”
“I realized how out of shape I was when…” I stop and look at Hope, not wanting her to hear what happened. “I just need to get into better shape,” I whisper.