Page 8 of Her Daddies' Everything

“Not at all,” he said firmly. “Out of everyone, including those in our family, it’s probably you that we all trust the most.”

“Then . . . I don’t understand.”

“I’m just saying that Jenner might be a dumbass, but he also might not see how you feel about him because he’s busy trying to make sure that you’re protected and safe. And that maybe he doesn’t know how to form a healthy relationship, because he never had anyone to show him. I’m saying that we all have our demons and they come out in strange ways.”

Abe closed his eyes for a moment. Immy immediately felt guilty. He had to have other things going on and he didn’t need to be dealing with her stuff as well.

“Abe, you look so tired. You should go and get some rest.”

“Wish I could,” he muttered before swallowing back his drink. “But sleep seems to be eluding me. I think what I’m trying to say is that if I ever had someone like you, Immy, someone sweet and kind and gorgeous wanting me then I wouldn’t believe it. And I wouldn’t think I deserved it. You might eventually move on and find someone else but just don’t ever completely give up on him. On us. You help keep us all together. Cat has Alejandro and she was always the strongest of us. I’m fucking worried to death about Maeve and so is Sampson. But if you leave . . . I’m worried about me and Isaiah, but especially Jenner.”

“I would never leave,” she said, feeling guilty that she’d ever contemplated it.

Abe shook his head. “It’s not fair of me, Immy. You have the right to live your own life. If you get sick of Jenner not waking the fuck up, you should find someone else. And that person might take you away.”

“Abe.” She leaned forward and took his hand in hers. She’d never seen him like this before. He was always so strong. He’d always seemed unaffected by what was going on. But perhaps he was a better actor than all of them. “I’ll always be here. I’ll always be yours.”

“I think I just want everyone together where I can protect you.”

How had she not realized that he felt like this?

“Abe, if you need to talk to me, you can. About anything.”

“Thanks, honey. There’s really nothing to talk about. It’s just with Jenner’s career taking off this past year and all the attention that’s brought . . . I guess I’m just being careful.”

Right.

Sure.

After dinner, he escorted her back to her room. She took off her dress and boots and climbed into her favorite pair of pajamas.

They were gorgeous. A pale pink and white stripe with hummingbirds on them. She removed her makeup and got into bed.

And immediately created herself a nest. She’d done it for years, placing pillows all around herself so she was nestled in and surrounded.

Both Maeve and Cat had asked her if she was a Little. Immy knew she wasn’t . . . she couldn’t be. She just liked pink and squishy things.

She grabbed Snowy, her toy owl, and hugged him tight.

Lots of people who weren’t Littles had toys, didn’t they? And they might like nests if they tried them.

Snuggling down, she closed her eyes.

And had no idea that she sucked on her thumb as she fell asleep.

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Jenner slipped into the last song of the evening—His Everything.

It was her favorite song and he knew it. He always sang it last and it always made her want to cry. She swayed to the music.

God, she was tired.

This was the last concert and tomorrow, they got to go home. Immy couldn’t wait for her own bed. Her own things.

And to get away from all of these people. It was draining.

Jenner was so talented and good looking. It was no wonder his popularity was growing. And since he’d hired a new publicist, he’d become even more famous and popular.

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