JALEN’S POV As I wake up again in my childhood home, I sigh and run a hand down my face. I feel like a damn coward. Afraid to even go home because a 115 pound woman who is hell bent on destroying my life. I don’t even know what to say about myself at this point.I roll out of bed, head to my connected bathroom, do my business, and come out thinking, What the hell, wait, the party is today. I’m going to see Aria today.And just like that, I’m wide awake.I jump back into the bathroom, take a long, hot shower, and get dressed for the day. Slacks, a white collared shirt, shit, this is good enough for a housewarming. The moment I hit the stairs, I smell it: my mom’s cooking. One thing about her, when she does cook, she goes all out. And since I’ve been bouncing between here and avoiding my own house, she’s been cooking her ass off.I walk into the kitchen and see her plating up eggs, bacon, pancakes, and hash browns, everything I love.“Yes, Mom. Yes,” I say, leaning in and giving her a
Last Updated : 2025-11-22 Read more