114\u2013Their Stepdaddy Cares For Them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could already tell that Sawyer was a very calm and collected person.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had single\u2013handedly taken care of the kids, putting them back to bed, while I sat in the living room sniffling and drinking wine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was losing my mind, thinking my children needed me and I couldn\u2019t do anything for them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re asleep,\u201d Sawyer informed, arriving into the living room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I noticed he didn\u2019t have his coat on, his sleeves were rolled up, and his hair was messy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked exhausted because all the kids had requested to be carried on his shoulders and walked around the room until they fell asleep, and he had done it for each of them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve had enough,\u201d he said, snatching the wine from my hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he leaned back on the couch, resting one foot over his knee, forming an open V with his legs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He took a drink while I sat upright on the edge of the couch, staring out the window at the road.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s okay. They\u2019re fine now,\u201d he said, and I heard the click of the glass as he set it down.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned toward him and noticed he was looking at me, two fingers resting near his temple and his thumb next to his chin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you thinking?\u201d he asked, as if he knew me too well.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to hurry up, but I feel like there\u2019s no lead. Every time I interview a kid, they give me so many vague answers. I don\u2019t even know what to do with that,\u201d I complained, wiping tears from my cheeks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll be in my room,\u201d I heard Nina say. Sawyer hadn\u2019t let her take care of the kids, he had insisted on handling\u00a0<\/p>\n
them himself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm,\u201d he said, dismissing her with a hand gesture.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re already doing a great job. Don\u2019t beat yourself up. But instead of focusing on interviewing other children, why not do your own?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His quick focus on me made Nina pause for a moment before she briskly walked into the room and slammed the door behind her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sawyer remained unbothered,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d I asked, turning toward him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re struggling with the other children because you don\u2019t know them. But you know your kids. They\u2019re also dealing with the same sickness, and it seems worse because there\u2019s a pattern. They\u2019re experiencing something different from the others,\u201d he explained, making me turn fully on the couch to watch his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow so?\u201d I asked in confusion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe others are having nightmares, sickness, pains, all of that. But our children-\u201d He paused. \u201c\u2013they tell a story. Like Gina mentioned before, it\u2019s about a man. Others have experienced it too. But with Bodhi and what Elara is saying, our kids are experiencing much deeper effects of the sickness than you realize.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
114 The steps Cops For Tham\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
As he explained it, I realized he wasn\u2019t wrong. Of course, my kids were having a different experience. \u201cI\u2019ll start interviewing them then. Thank you so much,\u201d I said, rushing to hug him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I noticed his heartbeat skip slightly, and I quickly pulled away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m so tired. Do you mind if I just go rest?\u201d I asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could see the hint of defeat in his expression.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He probably suspected something might happen between us tonight, it had been a while since we\u2019d been intimate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, sure. Of course. Rest well,\u201d he said quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I got up and walked away but paused in the doorway of my bedroom, turning back to look at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd thank you for calling them our kids,\u201d I commented before closing the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I woke up early this morning because today was the day Sawyer was leaving.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had been worried over nothing, his arrival wasn\u2019t that bad.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But that was only because he didn\u2019t have enough time to pry into my life and gather much information about what was happening here.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I walked out of the room in gray pants and a black high\u2013neck top, I found Sawyer sprawled on the couch, his legs dangling off and arms all over the place.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He seemed to have fallen asleep in the same position I\u2019d left him in when I went to my room last night.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I woke him up, and he went to take a shower while I prepared breakfast for him and the kids myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nina had been in the kitchen with me, helping silently. But the way she kept stealing glances at me told me she wanted to speak.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it, Nina?\u201d I finally asked when she still hadn\u2019t found the courage to speak her mind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy was Sawyer sleeping on the couch outside last night?\u201d she questioned, walking to the other side of the counter to examine my expression.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was kind of taken aback by her question.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, did you just ask me why my husband was sleeping on the couch?\u201d I had to confirm with her, just to see how confident she had grown, thinking she could question me about my personal affairs with my husband.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s not act like he\u2019s only your husband,\u201d she commented.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was when she hit me with the truth, and I felt my jaw clench.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right, you want me to remember how you\u2019re sleeping with my husband?\u201d I asked, finally addressing it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We had never spoken about it before, and one would think she\u2019d be grateful it wasn\u2019t something to be proud of. But she surprised me by pushing me to react.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So, I was going to have a talk with her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I am asking you about the man I\u2019m sleeping with. Let\u2019s not talk about this and focus on his comfort. He was up with your children.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
114\u2013Them Stepdaddy Cares For Them\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before she could continue, I raised my finger to stop her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do know that my kids are his kids too, right?\u201d I asked, my tone stern this time. How dare she?\u00a0<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t know that the babies didn\u2019t belong to Sawyer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So how the hell did she think she could use something like that to remind me that I needed to care for my husband?\u00a0<\/p>\n
In her mind, these were Sawyer\u2019s children too, his biological children. Her audacity really upset me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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