She sighed. “What about Rock Man?” He always made Parker feel better.
“No. Mr. West.”
This was the second time Parker had pushed Rock Man aside in favor of Logan, and Erin was in no position to think about what that might mean for her sweet boy.
Erin could feel the sting of tears in her eyes. She didn’t want to ask Logan for one more thing, but the way Parker looked up at her, she didn’t feel like she had a choice. There wasn’t anything that Erin wouldn’t do for her children, and that included asking Logan to come sit with Parker.
She walked Parker back upstairs to her room and tucked him into her bed. After putting on a robe, she told him she’d be right back and raced out to the guesthouse. She pulled the robe tightly over her chest as she knocked on the door. She held her breath as she waited for Logan to answer. Would he answer?
She felt strange, and slightly nervous, as she stood outside his bedroom in the dark.
A light came on inside the building, and she heard the lock turning. Soon, the door swung open and a sleepy Logan greeted her. His dark hair stuck up in several directions, and the white shirt he wore was crumpled.
He rubbed his hand over his eyes. “Erin?”
Now that she was face-to-face with him, she felt silly for coming here. “Hey.”
His eyes seemed to focus, and his body stiffened. “Is everything okay?”
When Erin closed her eyes, the tears she’d been fighting back started streaming down her cheeks. “It’s Parker.”
Logan took a step toward her. “What’s wrong with Parker?”
Erin opened her eyes at the tone of his voice. She watched Logan as he looked over her shoulder and toward the house, as if he might see her son if he looked hard enough. His body was tense, like he was ready to spring into action at any second.
“He’s sick.”
His eyes found hers again. “What kind of sick?”
Erin shook her head. “I ... I don’t know. I just know he was fine when we went to sleep and now he’s not. He’s in my bed and he’s asking for you.” The words came out in a jumble, and she hoped they made even a little sense to Logan.
Logan’s brows lowered. “He’s asking for me?”
“Yeah.” Erin let out a puff of air. “I told him you were sleeping, but he just kept asking and I wasn’t sure what to do.”
Logan pressed his lips together. His eyes were conflicted as he spoke. “What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know.” Erin buried her head in her hands. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I know you’re not his dad, and this is so much to ask, but Parker isasking for you and Jake isn’t here and sometimes I feel so ... lost without him.”
Logan’s hands covered hers and pulled them from her face. He didn’t let them go as he looked at her. “If it’s what you want, I’ll sit with him. I just need to get dressed first.”
Erin stepped back, causing Logan’s arms to fall back at his side. “He’s in my bedroom. I need to get back and check on him, but can you meet me up there?”
Logan swallowed and nodded.
With that, he closed the door and disappeared inside the guesthouse. Erin jogged back to the main house and back up the stairs to her room. Parker was right where she’d left him.
He tried to sit up in bed, but didn’t quite make it. He barely kept himself propped up on one of his elbows. “Mr. West?”
“No, sweetie. It’s Mama.” Erin sat down on the edge of the bed. She reached out and gently squeezed Parker’s hands. “Mr. West will be here in just a minute.”
Satisfied with her answer, Parker fell back against the pillow.
“Do you want anything else? More water? An ice pack for your head?”
Parker shook his head and his eyelids drooped closed. “Just Mr. West.”
Erin continued to hold Parker’s hand as she waited for Logan to come. She still wasn’t sure why Parkerwanted him, of all people, but she was happy that Logan, once again, was willing to help her out.
