Blake POV
I wake up on the sofa, a blanket draped over me. It’s warm and smells faintly like Chase—clean, familiar, comforting. Of course, he didn’t wake me. That’s how he is. I know he took over with Jacob, letting me sleep, as if I’m the one who needed rest most. I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes as I take in the quiet hum of conversation coming from the table. Chase and Dhalia are there, their voices low, steady. Dhalia cradles Jacob in her arms, smiling down at him like she’s holding the world in her hands.
Getting to my feet, I stretch and walk over to them, my footsteps heavy against the wooden floor. I sink into a chair, and Jax immediately slides a plate of food toward me. It’s instinctive for him—always trying to take care of everyone, even when he’s annoyed.
“You didn’t wake me
