Chapter 162
Jane
My first Christmas with all four pups should be a joyous o?casion. After all, every Christmas I’ve known
since bing a mother has been tainted by Paisley’s absence. I’ve wanted nothing -but the ability to
bring her home where she belongs for as long as I can remember… and yet it takes all my strength just
to get myself out of bed in the morning.
Three weeks have passed since we returned from the Southern Isles. We had all our things shipped
from the penthouse in the first couple of days we were home, and though having all their favorite toys
and possessions back helped the pups adjust, they’ re still furious with me for taking them from Ethan.
It’s amazing how such young pups can hold a grudge for so long, but they don’t forget easily, and they
wouldn’t even talk to me the first week we were here. They’ve gradually warmed up a bit – though not
without a good bit of bribery on my part, offering sweets or fun activities like ice skating and sledding. It
was something of shock to leave the tropics for the icy cold of the mountains, and Paisley seems
especially unprepared – having never lived in such a cold climate before, but the winter activities have
undoubtedly been a help in thawing their feelings towards me.
Nothing is better than hot cocoa and warm hugs from Mommy when a little one feels frozen through,
and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been using this to my advantage. It isn’t easy to y cheerleader
when I feel sopletely hollow inside, but I also know that earning my babies’ forgiveness will help fill
the gaping hole in my heart, so I’m doing my best.
Today is no different. When the pups emerge from their room and blearily wander into the kitchen for
breakfast, I greet them with a wide smile, hoping today will be the day they finally want to start their
morning with hugs and k!sses once more. I used to wake every morning with three cuddle bugs
sneaking into my bed, now I can barely get a hello from them, even though I stay up half the night
trying to soothe their nightmares.
Things haven’t been easy for the pups after their traumatic adventure, and though they cry out for me
when the bad dreams and frightening memories wake them in the middle of the night, by morning those
feelings are long gone. Hello angels.” I say brightly. “Are you ready for pancakes?”
They exchange a few nces, then shake their heads. We don’ want that.” Parker announces.
“We don’ like pancakes.” Riley adds, offering me a haughty little sniff.
I raise my brow, I’ve never known my pups to refuse a pancake a single day in their lives. I know that
sometimes children arbitrarily decide they don’t like things from one minute to the next, but I doubt
that’s the case now. This is certainly a protest against me. “Alright.” I sigh, praying for patience. “What
would you like instead?”
I’m not hungry.” Paisley pouts.
“Me neither.” Ryder adds.
I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes. This is not the first time they’ ve attempted to use a hunger
strike to make their ire known. Luckily for me, they’re still too little for this ever tost for very long.
Tummies start rumbling sooner orter, and then their willpower goes out the window.
“Fine.” I shrug. “I already made pancakes for myself, so I guess I’ll just eat them all alone.” I extract a
couple of golden brown discs from the stack I made, and slide them onto a te, carrying it to the table
and sitting down to have breakfast. I can see the pups staring at me out of the corner of my eye, their
little mouths hanging open in surprise. I pour syrup over the stack and cut off a small triangle, moaning
theatrically when I pop it into my mouth.
I can hear the pups scenting the air, and I even catch one low gurgle from Parker’s belly. I try not to
smile, reading the paper and sipping my coffee as they look on. As the minutes pass, they sidle closer
and closer to the table, as if the pancakes are luring them in like fish on a reel.N?velDrama.Org ? content.
Everytime I cut a new bite, they seem to be standing closer than before, until eventually they’re
gathered on either side of my chair, staring longingly at the pancakes on my te.
“Well hello there.” I say, feigning surprise.
What kind are those?” Riley asks softly, her eyes wide as she gazes at the golden cakes.
“Blueberry.” I answer nonchntly, knowing these are their favorites. I almost ask if they’ re sure they
don’t want any, but in the end I decide to wait for them to ask.
They look really fluffy.” Paisley observes, l!cking her l!ps.
They are,” I confirm, taking a bite of bacon. “I made my special recipe. It’s too bad you don’t want any –
the leftover batter won’t be the same if it’s not used fresh.”
The pups exchange another look, “Maybe we could just have a nibble.” Ryder suggests.
You know, to make sure we still don’ like themes.” Parker adds.
That can be arranged.” I agree, spearing a child -sized bit on my fork and offering it to Paisley.
She chomps it down with great gusto, then sighs with pleasure.
Yummy?” I ask, fighting the urge to smile.
“They’re not bad.” She allows, unconsciously leaning her warm little body into my side.
“Can I try some?” Riley requests.
I’ll tell you what,” I proim, standing and moving back towards the kitchen, “I make you a few tes,
and whatever you don’t eat, I’ll put in thepost. Sound good?” When I turn back, it’s to find all four
pups scarfing down the pancakes on my te with their hands. They freeze when they catch me
watching them, their eyes going wide as if they hope I might not see them if they don’t move.
I can’t help butugh now. “I guess I’ll get myself some more too.”
A few minutester I’m cing small’ tes in front of each of them, smiling as they dig in.
Angels, I know you’re upset with me.” I say for what is probably the thousandth time. “But refusing to
eat or talk about it will only make you feel worse. I wish you would just tell me what you’re thinking so
we can deal with it together.”
I’ve given this same lecture so many times I’ve lost count. It alwayses back to the same thing: I
love you no matter what, and I just want what’s best for you.
But talking isn’ gonna change your mind.”
Paisley counters. “You said so.”
“I did.” I confirm. ‘But that’s the point sweetheart. Talking isn’t always about changing things or
changing people’s minds. It helps just to express yourself, to tell someone you’re cross with how you’re
feeling and know that they understand. It can help just to be heard and listened to.”
But you ‘ready know how we feel.” Parker pouts, shoveling pancakes into his mouth.
‘Slow down,” I advise, “And I know some of how you feel, but again it’s not about that, it’s about you
getting the emotions off your ch3st.”
But they’re not on our chest.” Riley argues.
“It’s just an expression.” I exin. “It means that when you hold things inside they guild up and get
worse and worse, and letting them out can really help.” I continue, reaching for Ryder- who’s nearest to
me- and breathing a sigh of relief when he doesn’t automatically pull away.
I wish you all would talk to me. I love you so much, and I know you’re having a hard time with more
than just me and Daddy. You went through a lot in the Southern Isles, and I know you must have felt a
lot of scary things at the time and it’s important to talk about what you went through.”
I look around at their beloved little faces, hating how guarded they all are. Frowning, I put an offer on
the table I’ve been trying to avoid, even though I know it’s probably the right thing to do.
‘But if you don’t want to talk to me, I can find someone different, someone who will listen and work
through all your feelings with you.’)
“Who?” Parker questions suspiciously.
“It’s what we call a therapist. They’re a special kind of doctor who is an expert in emotions and
sometimes it’s nice to have someone to speak with who isn’t a part of your life already. They don’t have
any stake in the conversation except to help you, so you know it’s safe to share with them, and they
wouldn’t be allowed to tell me about what you discúss. It would be totally private.” I share.
The pups shift ufortably. Do we have to?”
If you don’t want to talk to me, then you need to talk to someone.” I decide.
We would talk to Daddy.” Paisley remarks shrewdly, making my heart sink like a rock into my stomach.
I’m sorry, but that isn’t an option.”I announce, hating this.
They re and cross their àrms over their ch3sts.
Then we choose the therapist.”
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