Until Jax

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m sure your dog is okay,” Jax says softly, running his fingers over the back of my hand.

“Ex-excuse me?” I sputter, turning my head towards him.

“Cat?” he asks, frowning.

“Hope is my daughter,” I hiss, pulling my hand from his grasp.

“Daughter?” He pales, searching my face.

“You have to carry me upstairs,” I tell him breathlessly, coming back to myself.

“I already carried you upstairs,” he chuckles, and I feel the bed underneath me as he lays me down.

“Oh,” I mutter, feeling my eyes grow heavy as he gets into bed and rolls me to face him.

“Who’s Ty?” he asks, and my body starts to shake with laughter as I bury my face against his chest, ignoring his question.

“Who’s Ty?” I ask Ellie, and she rolls her eyes then hands me Toby.

“Who’s Ty?” I ask my boys, and they just look at me before taking off to cause chaos somewhere else.

“Do you know who Ty is?” I ask Toby, who pats my cheek and babbles something I can’t make out.