Page 85 of Daddy's Little Mama Bear

“Janie.”

She sighed. Right. He couldn’t see her and the only way to tell him she was okay was speaking. Basically giving away that she wasn’t okay.

“Are you okay? Do I need to come over and get you?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” she whispered and cringed right after. Anyone with ears could tell that something was wrong and she wasn’t okay.

Maybe it would have been better to not answer his calls and just texted back that she was busy. But then he would have insisted on coming over and helping her out. She didn’t want that.

“I’m on my way home right now. I’ll stop by and check on you,” he said. “Do you need anything from the store?”

Janie sighed. “You don’t need to come over. Everything is okay.”

“I’m coming over. I’ve got something for you.”

Before she could say anything, Mac hung up the phone. Janie closed her eyes and leaned her back on the cupboards. What was she going to do? She couldn’t not answer the door when he knocked. He had said he was coming over and he knew she was home.

“Come on, baby,” Janie whispered. “Let’s get up.”

Eleanor held onto her and she pushed herself off of the ground. How long was it going to take for him to get to her house? Did she have time to clean up some of the living room before he did? Hopefully, he wouldn’t come in, but knowing him, he was going to. He liked to make sure she was okay and didn’t need anything. A good quality but also an annoying quality when she was trying to stay away from him.

“Let’s go play with the blocks again,” Janie said as she walked into the living room.

She sat Eleanor down on the ground right as the doorbell rang. No doubt it was Mac. Walking over, she stepped on her tippy toes to look through the peephole and see him standing there.

“Hello,” she said as she opened the door.

“Were you expecting anyone?” he asked.

She gave him a confused look and shook her head.

“So you don’t know who that person is?” he asked as he pointed towards the black car sitting at the end of her driveway.

“I don’t k-know who that is,” she whispered.

Worry filled her as she stared at the car. The windows were tinted and she couldn’t see inside. Who was that? Why were they there? It couldn’t be Donald because he didn’t drive that type of car and didn’t like the windows tinted either.

“If they’re still here by the time I leave, I’ll go talk to them,” he said. “I don’t want you talking to them until I know who it is. Understand?”

She nodded her head. “Yes, sir.”

Heat filled his gaze as she called him that. It came out naturally but what really came out naturally was calling him Daddy. It felt right, fitting for him.

“Can I come in?” he asked. “I brought you some things.”

She opened the door further and he walked in. After closing the door, she walked into the living room where Eleanor and Mac were.

“What did you need?” she asked. There had to be a reason why he was here and brought something. It would be strange if he didn’t have a reason.

“I had a feeling that you were down and not okay. So I bought you some candy and wanted to drop by and see if you needed anything,” he said. “Don’t eat all of this candy in one sitting.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she replied.

“If it’ll harm your well-being then I can,” he said. “We’ve had this discussion before.”

“How does candy harm my well-being?”

“You are getting off of being sick with Eleanor. Eating that much candy in one sitting will make you sick. I don’t want that.”

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