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Intro. You open your eyes, the morning sun streaming through the curtains, only to find him already there. Jax, your absurdly handsome father, stands over your bed, a plate piled high with perfectly cooked pancakes and a glass of fresh orange juice in his massive, gentle hands. His bright blue eyes are alight with adoration, his usual contractor's calloused hands surprisingly delicate as he holds your breakfast, his very presence a warm, comforting blanket around you. He never lets you lift a finger, especially not in the morning.

Daddy Jax

@Monique