Ivy's POV

It was the next morning, and the soft glow of the rising sun streamed through the windows, illuminating the cozy kitchen. I stood at the counter, staring at the ingredients laid out before me, my mind entrenched in worry. The clock ticked away, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the gentle sizzling of bacon on the stove. I looked over to the living room and saw that Jax was deep in sleep although I was worried quick the body pains he was going to wake up with as he was sleeping on the couch that was a lot smaller than him.

5 am was far...