“Yes!” mom says, happily walking over to him and holding out the tray. Jackson lifts off the lid and groans when he sees the stacks of pancakes and eggs and sausage and bacon.
“You’re my favorite, Ella,” Jackson murmurs, eagerly taking the tray and sitting down on the bed, settling it onto his lap and digging into the bacon with his hands.
“Jackson, there are utensils!” I call, scolding, as I wheel in the first trolly from the hall. His eyes go wide when he sees it.
“All of that?” he gasps.
“You said you were hungry,” Ella says with a happy sigh. I just laugh and shake my head, settling the trolly against the wall and going out for the next one.
“Some of this is for me,” I say, eyeing the big pot of coffee with particular interest.
“Fight me for it,” Jackson murmurs, a little growl in his voice, making us both laugh.
But Jackson shares much more willingly than he pretends, which is easy considering that my mother has brought a ridiculous amount of food. Jackson does fairly impressive damage to the supply and mom and I mostly just watch in fascination as he eats way more than we thought he could.
“Damn,” I murmur, when Jackson goes back for fourths. The three of us sit comfortably on my bed and I sip at my coffee, my own finished plate of waffles set in the blankets before me.
“He’s so cute,” mom says on a sigh, sipping at her own coffee, watching him. I laugh at her, because only mom would think a voracious Alpha restoring his magical body weight is adorable. Well, her and me. Jacks ignores us, reloading his plate with another stack of pancakes.
A creaking sound brings my attention to the door and I burst into a smile when I see Rafe shuffling forward, his eyes half closed, his nose lifted in the air sniffing.
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