Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 218: On Your Side

Moana

The medicine that Selina gave me must have made me sleep for a long time, because it was bright outside when I finally woke up. When I rolled over to glance at my clock with my bleary eyes, I saw that it was eight o’clock in the morning already even though it felt as though I only slept for five minutes. Yawning, I rolled back onto my back and suddenly felt a comforting presence beside me. It was Edrick.

Moving slowly in order not to wake him, I slowly rolled over to face Edrick and couldn’t help but smile. He was sleeping soundly beside me. I hadn’t been dragged off to a psychiatric facility in my sleep; at least, not yet. Slowly, his eyes cracked open and he turned to face me. His hand came up and stroked my hair for a moment before he pulled me in tightly and let me bury my face in his chest.

We stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other. I breathed in his scent in big, deep breaths, and felt myself relax a little more with each one. When we finally pulled away, I felt a little bit better. But the concerned look on Edrick’s face made my comfort turn into more worry.

“Selina told you, didn’t she?” I asked quietly, feeling my heart start to race as I started to fear the worst.

Edrick slowly nodded. Instantly, I felt tears begin to well up in my tired eyes. “Are you going to send me away to a mental institution?”

I quietly cried into his chest. “I wouldn’t do that unless there was

more guilty and afraid by the horrible images that I drew when I was unconscious. While many of the images were just violent nonsense, depicting things like blood and gore, the one picture that really stuck in my mind was the picture of the same knife from my dream about Michael; the one that had the slightly curved blade and the wolf head handle. There was something strange about

drawing of the knife. He seemed to have a puzzled expression on his face, as though he was also

rubbing my tired eyes. “Have you seen it

over at him, I

worry about it, alright? Maybe you just saw a picture of it somewhere and forgot. If you’re really worried about it, I can look into it for you; but I just want you to

was right; stressing over it wouldn’t help any. Sighing, I reached over to my bedside table to get a drink of water, and as I did my hand ran across the note that the doctor left for me with the therapist’s name on it. I paused and picked it

doctor gave

told me. Do you

then maybe it would be helpful in more ways than one. Maybe this therapist could help me realize that the dream about Michael and the violent drawings were just created by my stress and didn’t have any tangible meaning, or maybe he could use hypnotherapy to help me understand whether there was

said, still holding the small piece of paper in my hand. “If you

to talk to someone with experience,” he said. “I won’t force you