*Zack's POV*
I woke up in an empty bed and looked over at the clock, 8:30. "Why the hell is Jessy up this early?" I mumbled as I got out of the bed. "I know she didn't fall asleep untill at least three in the morning," I muttered as I started down the stairs. I reached the bottom to find Jessy in the kitchen. "How you feeling babe?" I said cautiously.
She walked over and I wrapped her in a hug. She shifted so all of her weight was leaning on me, "like I got ran over by a fucking farm tractor. And like I need something sweet so I made a crumb cake. Do you like crumb cake?" I couldn't help but laugh as I answered with a yes. If I only knew what she was thinking sometimes.
"Why don't you go sit down baby, I'll take the cake out. How much longer untill it's done?" I said before kissing the top of her head. "I don't know," she said slowley, "I need to check it." She didn't move. "Are you going to check it?" I whispered gently. "I don't want to leave your arms," she said quietly. I couldn't help but to laugh again, "I promise my arms will be right here when you get back.
I stood and watched her drag her feet over to the oven and open the door. "It's done," she said while reaching for the oven mitts. She pulled it out, set it on a cooling rack, then returned to me. She stumbled and I caught her, "c'mon lets get you to the couch," I said as I picked her up. She snuggled into my chest without any protest.
I laid her on the couch and sat down beside her. She put her head on my lap and curled up into a ball. She looked so innocent, this must be the girl Dan see's and wants to protect. I want to protect her too, I'll never hurt her.

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*Jessy's POV*
I woke up on the with my head on Zack's lap and the tv playing quietly in the background. I turned so I could look up at him. "You feeling better baby?" He said quietly as he brushed my hair out of my face. I nodded and sat up, "you want a piece of cake?" "Sure," he said with a chuckle as he got up and extended a hand to me. We walked to the kitchen and Zack sat down as I got us each a piece of cake.
"Holy shit this is good!" Zack muttered through a bite of cake, "where did you learn to make this?" "It's my grandma's recipee," I began to explain, "I've been making it since I was 12." "Don't make this too often," he said with a grin, " 'cause I'll get really fucking fat if you do!" I giggled, "and you know what?" He cocked an eyebrow in response. "I'll still love you!" I said through a bite of cake in imatation of his earlier act.

Notes

For anyone who didn't want Zack's POV, I'm sorry but I felt that it was nessicary to improve the story. If you don't like it and you wish to hate, please just quietly exit rather than leaving hate in the comments. Thank you.