“In my defense, I thought I could go the whole night and didn’t want to burden anyone.”
Jekyll frowned. “I’m not dignifying that bullshit with a response.”
“Fine,” I said. “I need to pee. Will you get Bellamy, please?”
“Nope,” he said, shoving my covers aside, and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Up.”
“Hyde—”
“Swear to Christ, woman, you try to argue with me, I’m gonna lose my shit.”
I wrinkled my nose but looped my arms around his neck and let him lift me off the bed. He helped me to the bathroom, then tucked me back into bed, stretching out beside me after he turned off the lamp.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” I whispered.
“I wasn’t asleep.”
“Are you okay?”
He sighed. “Yeah.”
“Youcantalk to me, honey.”
“I know. Just not ready to bring up the shit with Scrappy, yeah?”
“Okay. But please don’t bottle it.”
“I’ll do my best.” He linked his fingers with mine and growled, “Don’t fuck with my alarm.”
I closed my eyes. “I won’t,” I promised, the meds kicking in and taking my pain away as I fell back to sleep.
* * *
Iawoke to the soundof little girl giggles and rolled my neck to find Jekyll no longer next to me. He’d woken me at about six to take more meds, but I’d fallen back to sleep quickly, so I had no idea what time it was now.
“I’m awake,” I called out, only because Jekyll had threatened me with being tied to the bed if I tried to move without help.
“Indy!” Mina squealed, and little feet slapping on my hardwoods sounded before the blonde tornado rushed into my room.
“Careful,” Jekyll warned, right behind her.
“Belly made pancakes,” Mina said, excitedly making her way to my side and stroking my arm.
“She did?” I smiled. “She makes thebestpancakes, huh?”
“Yes,” she hiss-pered. “And Grandpa made bacon.”
“My dad’s here?” I asked Jekyll.
“Yep,” he said, turning to Mina. “Why don’t you go hang with Bellamy and have more pancakes while I help Indigo?”
“Or you could get Bellam—”
“Nope,” he bit out, cutting me off. “Don’t even try.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
“Go hang with Bellamy, Mina.”
