Page 33 of Daddy's Little Mama Bear

Her eyes went wide. "No! You are not carrying them. I don't need them anymore." She turned her body, ready to walk away from them when Mac's arm wrapped around her body.

"You do need them. You wouldn't be here if you didn't," he gently said into her ear. "Go grab what you need." He turnedher body, let her go, and tapped her bottom. She turned around, shocked.

"You did not," she said.

"I did. Now go pick out what you need," he replied.

She walked up to the wall and quickly grabbed what she needed, tucking it into her arm. She always hated buying them.

"Is that all that you need?" he asked. "Give them to me."

Janie didn't look at him or hand them over. She didn't want him carrying them.

"Janie," he said. "You probably have other things you want to grab. Candy? Chocolate? Medicine?"

She kept quiet. He was right on everything.

"Let me hold them. Then you can go pick out the candy you want and also the medicine," he said. "Come on, it's okay."

She sighed and handed them to Mac. He wasn't going to let it go until he was holding them.

"Good girl," he said. "Now, let's go to the candy aisle so you can get some."

They slowly made their way towards the candy aisle. There was so much there and she wanted a lot of it. But she didn't want to grab everything in front of Mac.

"Get whatever you were going to get. No holding back just because I'm here,' he said, almost like he could read her mind.

"Can you read my mind?" she asked, giving him a suspicious look.

Mac chuckled. "No, I can't. But it says it all over your face. The look of want but also pain like you won't be able to get everything you want."

She sighed. Apparently he could read her super well. Janie grabbed a couple bags of chocolate, gummy bears, KitKats, and Tootsie Pops before turning back towards Mac.

"Good girl," he praised her. "Now, let's go get you some medicine."

Janie was slowly starting to relax the longer they were in the store. No one had given Mac a weird look as he carried her tampons and pads in his arms. And she was thankful for that. What if they had? What if someone told her that he shouldn't be carrying them?

"I can see you starting to think too much about something you shouldn't be stressing over," Mac said.

"How do you know?" she asked. He surely wouldn't know what she was thinking. Or stressing about. It was impossible.

"You looked at me carrying the tampons and pads. I can probably think of what you were thinking about. And I don't think you should be worrying about it," Mac said before he stopped and got closer to her. "Do you see the guy over there with the girl? He's also carrying some pads. It's normal."

Her eyes found the guy and woman across the aisle. And sure enough, the guy was carrying pads. The woman didn't even seem phased about it, almost like it was normal.

"See," Mac said. "Nothing to worry about."

She looked up at him and could see the genuine look on his face.

"If anyone says anything, I'll take care of it. But I don't think anyone is going to give us problems. If anything, they're going to say it's cute."

She nodded her head, but was still a little worried. What if the person got ugly?

"Come on," Mac said as they headed down the aisle.

They stopped right in front of the pain medicine and she looked for the one she wanted. She didn't like to take pills so she always opted for the liquid version. They didn't always have it though.

"Daddy! Look!" someone said.

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