Page 48 of Daddy's Little Mama Bear

Janie watched as he looked down at her hand that was in her mouth.

“Oh, baby,” he gently said. “You’ve made yourself bleed.”

She looked down at her hand and saw some blood trickling down her fingers. She had felt the pain and tasted the blood, but it hadn’t registered in her mind. It still hadn’t.

“Can you tell me where your first aid kit is?” he asked.

She turned her body and pointed towards the main bathroom.

“The bathroom?” he asked.

She nodded her head.

“Do you want me to pick you up or do you think you can walk with me to the bathroom?”

She stared at him, not knowing how to answer. Her legs weren’t hurt but she didn’t really want to walk there.

“I’ll pick you up,” he gently said. “Ready?”

Before she could nod, he gently picked her up and started to walk towards the bathroom. Janie relaxed in his arms and placed her head on his shoulder. He was so comfortable. She could be in his arms for hours and never get tired of it.

But he would.

“Is everything under the sink?” he asked and she nodded her head.

She had wanted to put it in the closet, but that required being organized and she wasn’t that way. It was just all over under the sink. A complete mess.

Mac placed her down on the counter, squatted, and started to look under her sink. Hopefully he was able to find everything that he needed.

“Alright,” Mac said as he stood up. “I’m going to clean it off and then we’re going to put some beautiful bandaids on.”

She stared at him as he placed everything down on the counter next to her.

“This might sting a little. If it does, I gave you full permission to squeeze my arm, okay?”

She nodded her head.

“Place your hand on my arm so you can squeeze,” he said.

She placed her hand on his arm and watched as he put some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball.

“Alright, it may hurt,” he said.

She gripped his arm as she felt her fingers hurt from where he rubbed the cotton ball on them. “Ouchie,” she whispered and tried to pull her hand away.

“Be careful,” he said. “I’m almost done and then we can put the medicine and bandaid on.”

Janie watched in fascination as he blew on them before placing some medicine on the bandaid and gently wrapping it around her fingers. One by one he covered each and every one that bled.

“Do you do this a lot?” he asked.

She didn’t say anything. Janie didn’t want to answer that question.

“Pinky,” he said. “Do you bite your fingernails until they bleed a lot?”

She shrugged her shoulders. Sometimes and sometimes she didn’t.

“Janie.”

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