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“No, Little girl. Hey, listen to me. No.” It was said in a firm voice. “But I do not like that you’re so anxious you hurt yourself. That is something we will need to address.”
Along with all of her other issues.
She didn’t say that out loud, though.
“I think I want a nap.”
“Do you want me to nap with you, Little girl?”
“No. I . . . I feel slightly overwhelmed. Sorry. I just need some space for a bit.”
Ian didn’t look entirely happy but he nodded. “I just want you to promise me something first. The next time you feel overwhelmed, like you need to pull your hair out, you’ll come to me or Jack. Promise?”
“Are you going to tell him?”
“Do you want to tell him yourself?” he countered.
“No. I’d rather you do it.”
“Okay. I’ll do it. We are here to take care of you. Use us however you need to. All right?”
“Love you, Daddy.”
“Love you too, Little girl.”
54
Maggie couldn’t sleep.
She felt exhausted. Drained. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw Jameson. He’d helped crack the shield she’d put around herself, then he’d walk away and let Ian step in.
That can’t have been easy.
And she couldn’t stop thinking about him . . . the things she wanted to talk to him about.
Climbing out of bed, she knew she had to see him now. She glanced at the monitor on the nightstand. Hopefully, Ian and Jack weren’t watching. They needed their sleep. She was frankly surprised that Jack had left her.
Would Ian tell Jack about her hair pulling?
Monkeyballs.
What a mess she was.
She made her way slowly down the stairs, holding on tight to the railing, her legs trembling.
Jameson was sitting with his laptop in the dining area. He looked up briefly, then did a double take.
“Maggie! How did you get down here?” He stood up and in his haste he knocked his chair over. He looked flustered and unsure as he rushed over to her.
She wasn’t used to seeing him like this and somehow, it actually made her feel better. Seeing that he was human.
He hovered around her, not touching her as she moved to the table. But he quickly slid around to pull out a chair for her.
“Thanks,” she said.
“Did Ian carry you down the stairs?” he asked, pouring her a glass of water.
She took a few sips to appease him. “Uh, no. I just, um, walked down myself.”
