Chapter 15
Fifteen
BLUE
I'm worried about Violet. Seeing her on Jamie's lap last night solidified the idea that he's good for her. His presence and care calmed her in ways I can't. It was as if she truly felt safe in his arms.
I recognized it almost immediately because that's how my men make me feel. There was also the slight frustration that I noticed in her eyes after she realized she had melted into him. I could relate to that, too.
For a long time, I wanted to curse my men to hell. They deserved it for how they left me. Jamie doesn't, though.
So waking up early this morning, then finding Jamie gone and not wrapped around my daughter in her bed makes me uneasy. I should feel relieved that a man wasn't in her bed, but she's denying herself his love, and it breaks my heart.
I don't know why she was crying in the first place and, to be honest, there are too many fucking reasons she could have been. Jamie handled her feelings beautifully.
Grumbling into my only cup of coffee for the day, I squeeze my eyes shut. I have no idea how to navigate this. Is it inappropriate to push her toward Jamie because I know it would help?
"You're thinking too hard," Jared whispers. He kisses the side of my neck and wraps his arms around my waist.
I melt into his embrace and smile. "I know," I murmur. "What should we do? Do we back off and let them figure it out, or meddle a bit more?"
Jared chuckles against my skin, sending goosebumps down my spine. "I don't know about you, but my meddling last night ended in V crying."
"No," I argue, shaking my head and looking out the kitchen window. "It ended with her and Jamie bonding and talking. Which is exactly what she needs."
"She doesn't need a man to be okay, Bee."
Huffing, I turn around and narrow my eyes at Jared. "I know that. I'm saying she needs someone to push her. Someone to talk to. She needs to talk and figure things out. The longer she hides in my library, contemplating her life, the more likely she is to detach and run again."
Jared hums and glances over my shoulder. His facial expression shifts from thoughtful to humorous. "Jesus," he groans and turns me around to look out the window. "Even if we decided not to meddle, it seems Levi has other plans."
A gasp gets lodged in my throat when I catch sight of Levi standing menacingly in front of Ellis and Nate. Jamie walks up the driveway shortly after and stops dead in his tracks.
"Fucking hell," I groan and slam my coffee cup down. Yep. This mom needs to fucking meddle I guess. "VIOLET! Get down here!"