DAXTON POV
The last few days had been nothing short of pure heaven. Waking up to Maria in our bed, baking us those masterpieces she called breakfast every morning, and having her every night… Yeah, this was the life I wanted. My life. And for once, I wasn’t questioning if it was too much to hope for. I cracked one eye open to check if this was a dream—nope. Sure as hell wasn’t. Maria was sprawled across me, her head tucked against my chest like it was her personal pillow, and Henry, that slob, was drooling on her shoulder with one hand gripping her ass like it belonged to him.
Okay, fine. It belonged to *both* of us, but still.
The alarm started blaring from the nightstand. I reached over Maria, careful not to jostle her too much, and slapped it off before the damn thing could ruin the
