Chapter 156

** Paige’s POV ** Light spills through the kitchen window, the smell of fresh coffee in the air. Poppy’s still sitting at the counter, a second cup of coffee cradled in her hands. Jaxon’s curled against me, finally wide awake and humming to himself as he plays with the edge of his blanket. My gaze drifts down to the blanket in his lap. The wool is thick, the pattern uneven and mismatched in a way that makes me think it was made with love rather than skill. I run a hand over it. It’s soft, the colour a faded blue with thin silver strands. “Where did you get this, baby?” Jaxon blinks up at me. “My Nanna made it,” he says. Poppy’s head lifts instantly, her brow creasing. Her eyes meet mine in silent question. I shrug, equally confused. “Your Nanna?” I ask gently. “Which Nanna?” He frowns, thinking hard. “The one from the dreams.” Poppy’s breath catches, but I keep my tone soft. “Oh, yeah? And where did you get the blanket?” He glances down at it. “Daddy gave it to me.” The words make some