** Callen’s POV **

The morning air is crisp when I step outside, the kind that fills your lungs and makes you feel alive again. Jaxon talks quietly, his voice a little raspy.

He’s sitting on the porch with Parker, wrapped in a blanket that’s far too big for him. Parker’s trying to convince him that porridge will make him feel better, and Jaxon’s unimpressed expression says exactly what he thinks of that. I can’t help but smile.

Paige was right; his fever broke sometime before ...