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?”

and shushed me. “Of course not,” he whispered, stroking my back while I quietly cried into his chest. “I wouldn’t do that unless there

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 that knife, like I had seen it a thousand times before even though at the same time I felt as

I could tell that he had seen the drawing of the knife. He seemed to have a puzzled expression on his face, as though he

and rubbing my tired eyes. “Have you seen it

and leaned his back against the headboard of my bed. When I looked over at him, I saw that he was repeatedly running his hand through his dark hair and had a far away expression on his

don’t want you to worry about it, alright? Maybe you just saw a picture of it somewhere and forgot. If

drink of water, and as I did my hand ran across the note

doctor gave me

interrupted. “Selina told me. Do you want to

Maybe this therapist could help me realize that the dream about Michael and the violent drawings were just created

finally said, still holding the small piece of paper in

said. “I won’t force you to do it, but I do think that you should try. But… I have to ask you