Page 43 of Scarlett's Mountain Man
Juniper starts crying as I raise my voice. I quickly get up from my chair and pick her up, bouncing her in my arms as I walk around the table.
“I wasn’t saying your thoughts were irrational,” Aiden gently tells me. “All I was telling you was to calm don, and not overstress yourself.”
I shake my head and bounce Juniper in front of him. “I wasn’t saying that, but Daddy didn’t understand what I was trying to tell him. He thinks it’s because I haven’t gone to the bathroom in a couple of days, but he’s wrong. It’s not one of those feelings.”
“Have you gone to the bathroom recently? This morning?” Aiden asks, worry crossing his face.
“Yes, I have, but that’s none of your concern. I’m worried about everyone here. It’s a feeling I have in my stomach and not anywhere else. I’m not cramping. It’s just a bad feeling,” I try to explain. “I thought you would understand.”
“You have a bad feeling that something is going to happen. I’m not discounting that,” Aiden calmly says.
“It feels like you are, and I don’t like that and don’t want to be around it,” I point out.
Before meeting Daddy, I would never have had the guts to say that, but he has made me more comfortable and tells me constantly to speak my mind in a respectful way. This is the first time I’ve done it, and I love it. I don’t know why I didn’t start it sooner.
“I’m sorry for that,” Aiden apologizes. “It was never my intention to make you feel that way. I’m a doctor, and I just want to get down to the bottom of whatever this is. It’s routine to ask questions about your health.”
I raise my left eyebrow at him. Does he really think I am going to fall for that? I said it was a feeling and not my actual stomach.
“Fine, you caught me.” He raises his hands in the air. “I knew what you were saying, but I was trying to distract you. It was wrong of me to assume that you would go along with it and not get angry.”
“It was,” I say. “You made me mad for no reason at all but to try to distract me. You could have tried to change the subject. That would have probably worked a lot better.”
He sighs and nods. “It was wrong and I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Good.”
“How about we play some, or you can have ice cream to make up for it?” he suggests.
“Ice cream and then play,” I reply, feeling happy inside.
