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“A ghost,” he says cryptically before slipping out of the room, JD following behind.
“What the hell was that supposed to mean?” Alana asks.
My mind spins, but there is only one person he can possibly mean.
“Probably best not to dig too deep into the dark workings of Reid’s mind,” I muse, pushing from the chair and gently crawling onto the bed, careful not to disturb Daisy.
“Oh I don’t know, I bet it’s a very interesting place to be,” Alana muses.
“Or disturbing.”
“Probably could be said for all of us.”
“And exactly why none of us are qualified for this,” I say, dropping my eyes to Daisy’s peaceful face.
“We can do a better job than the system though, right?”
“Doll,” I breathe, reaching over to cup her jaw. “You’re going to be fantastic. The way you were with her earlier. You’ll be a fantastic mommy.”
Her eyes instantly fill with tears.
“I never let myself think about—” Her confession is cut off by a sob. “I just blocked it. It was easier than to consider what I lost.”
“I know, babe.”
“And even if I did think, I’d probably tell myself that I’m too broken to look after someone else.”
“Bullshit,” I murmur.
“But,” she continues, ignoring my comment. “I want this. I want this with all of you. Everything about it is wrong, but at the same time…” She looks down at Daisy. “It feels so right.”
Shifting a little closer, I wipe under Alana’s eye with my thumb, collecting her tears.
“That’s because it is right. I can’t promise that we’ll always get it right, but we’ll try our hardest to give her the life she deserves. We’ll do whatever we can to make sure she’s as fearless as the incredible woman who’s going to be bringing her up.”
“Mav,” she sobs.
“I love you, Doll. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” she whispers, her voice cracked with emotion.
I lie there for the longest time, firstly comforting Alana, but then watching as both of them sleep.
It’s hours later and after a couple of visits from both Reid and JD, who wanted to check on Alana and Daisy, before I drift off with them.
I fall into a deep sleep, so when movement and someone screaming disturbs me, I immediately panic that something bad is happening.
I mean, it is, someone is screaming but?—
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Alana soothes, making my eyes spring open.
The spot beside me where Daisy was is empty. But she hasn’t gone far.
Alana is sitting up with her back resting against the headboard, and a sleepy, yet sobbing little girl in her arms.
“Scawee,” she sobs.
“I know. Scary dreams are horrible. I get them too sometimes,” Alana explains. “But they’re not real.”
