Page 31 of Daddy's Little Mama Bear

"Are you okay, Pinky?" Mac asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "Just tired."

"Well, let's go in there and get what you need. Then we can grab lunch real quick and I'll take you home."

"You don't need to get me lunch."

"I'm getting you lunch. I want to make sure that you eat."

Her eyes opened and she glared at him. "You don't need to make sure I eat. I'm an adult," she replied.

"Did you have breakfast?" he asked. Janie looked away from him. She hadn't eaten breakfast. It was hard for her to. She always felt nauseous when she ate.

"I had a glass of milk," she said.

"Pinky," he gently said. "That's not enough to sustain your body."

"I know but it's hard."

"Still getting nauseous?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. How did he know that she got that way in the morning? She hadn't told him and he had never been with her in the morning.

"How did you know that?" she asked.

"You were talking to Monroe about it. I happen to overhear it when I walked by," he replied. "So are you?"

Janie nodded her head. "Yeah, I am. It's hard. I don't like the feeling of needing to throw up." A shudder went through her body. She had given up on eating anything in the morning. A glass of milk was enough for her.

"Have you tried drinking a protein drink in the morning?" he asked.

"No, those are yuckie," she said. "Taste nasties."

He smiled. "I bet you haven't tried one that is made by me. Taste just like chocolate milk."

Her eyes went wide. "No protein drink tastes like real chocolate milk."

"You'll have to try mine then. They are really good. Maybe when I take you home, you can come over and try one."

"Maybe," she whispered. She was so nervous to go back into his house again. Janie didn't know why. Maybe it was the fact that it smelled like him.

"Are you ready to go in and grab your stuff?" he asked.

"Yeah," she sighed.

"Wait until I get you out."

She unbuckled her seat belt and waited for him to come around. She loved it when he opened the door for her. It made her feel all giddy inside.

"Come on, Pinky," he said as he grabbed her hand. He helped her out of the car and she looked up at him.

"Why do you call me Pinky?" she asked as they walked towards the front doors.

"Because you love the color pink. Always wear some color of pink and Josie is pink," he said. "I thought it was suitable, but if you don't like it I can find something else."

"No, it's okay." So, she was right about him calling her it because she loved the color pink.

"And because when you get turned on or are embarrassed, your cheeks turn a nice shade of pink," he said. "I bet your bottom would turn the same pink. So pretty."

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