Page 16 of Daddy's Little Fighter
Now he didn’t want to leave her alone, but he knew they were waiting on him and would soon come looking if he didn’t show up.
“Text me if you need me,” Noah reminded her as he walked to the door.
He looked at her one last time before leaving his office, making sure to close the door behind him. . It didn’t take him long to reach Jaxon’s office, and when he walked in, both of them already there.
“How is she doing?” Jaxon asked.
“Was she all right in your office on her own?” Michael spoke at the same time.
“Hello to you too.” Noah laughed as he headed up to the desk. “How did you know she was here?”
Michael gave him anare you seriouslook. “You took longer than normal. You also came to the club a while ago. If you were alone, you would have come straight here.”
Right.
“Yes, she is with me, and yes, she is fine. She is nervous being outside of the house, but she has her blanket and her stuffed animal. The door is closed so no one can get in, but I have a feeling Dominic is going to find his way there,” Noah told them.
“And she is okay with that?” Jaxson raised an eyebrow.
Sighing, Noah nodded. “He showed up last time when I told everyone to stay away. But by the time I got there, Frankie was fine with it. Still had the blanket pulled up to her face, but they were talking.”
That was a sight to see. Never did Noah think that would happen, her talking to someone after only talking to him for three years. He was happy Dominic had gone against his instructions and talked to Frankie. It could have been bad, but it turned out great.
“How was she afterward?” Michael asked.
“She was exhausted, but after a couple of naps, she was fine,” Noah replied.
“And the girls messaging her? It all happened really close together,” Jaxson pointed out. “Is she okay with that?”
He nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. “I made sure it was okay with her before giving them her number. I’ve caught her smiling a couple of times when she gets a text.”
Hopefully, this would help her get out of her shell and want to go outside more.
Noah opened his mouth but quickly shut it.
“What is it?” Michael asked.
“It’s nothing.” He waved his hand in the air, dismissing the thought.
“It was something. You had this look all over your face like you wanted to talk about something. Go on,” Jaxson urged him.
Noah took a step back and thought for a second. Did he really want to bring it up?
“What is it?” Michael asked once again.
“The other day, I thought I saw Frankie standing in front of the door with her shoes on, like she was ready to go outside,” Noah softly admitted, not believing the words he spoke or what he saw. “It could have been my eyes playing tricks on me.”
“Did you say anything to her?” Michael leaned forward.
Noah shook his head. “I didn’t. If what I saw was real, I didn’t want to spook her or make it seem like I was angry with her. Instead, I went into another room and called out her name, giving her time to move if she wanted to.”
Noah was still trying to figure out whether what he saw was real or not. She was standing too still as she looked at the door. It could have been his eyes playing tricks on him, which wouldn’t be the first time.
“Maybe she wanted to go outside,” Jaxson replied.
“Frankie doesn’t want to just go outside.” Noah chuckled. “She hasn’t wanted to set foot outside for three years. Perfectly content with staying inside with me for the rest of her life.”
Everyone knew about her struggles.
