It worked. He said yes. Bear and I was going to sleep with him tonight so Mr.Jack could take care of his son all through the night. It wasn't easy though. I had to tell him that Bear really needed him tonight. I even pulled up articles which claimed that the parent's presence help infants feel all better, sooner. I knew most of them were bullshit, but even bullshit is necessary sometimes. I told him that I would be staying with him, to help him out, so he wouldn't have to do everything by himself.

Then there was me rambling to him how this was NOT a ploy to seduce him or something. I can't tell you exactly what I said, cause thinking back it was so embarrassing but don't blame me. Blame the free world romance novels that pretty much made it seem like a valid concern for Billionaires.

He of course looked at me like was an idiot and waved me off. I wasn't sure if I should offended by him not even considering me a threat.

I have to admit I was pretty nervous when I stepped in to his room after dinner. This maybe embarrassing but I haven't been inside a guy's bedroom for years. There was this one time in high school, which ended up being so embarrassing and disappointing that I even kept off of relationship until now. But this is different. I have no expectations for tonight for myself anyway, Bear is sick and needs his father to take care of him tonight. I kinda felt bad for Bear. If his mother was alive today, she wouldn't have let him out of sight until he got better.

It was like the rest of the house, very clean sophisticated and orderly. It looked like what Bear's room used to look like before I stuck on all those wall stickers. If I am being honest, it looked boring. It didn't look like someone was actually living in it. I didn't need to be as messy like my room was but it still needed to have you know, that personal touch. Unless of course, Mr.Jack was boring in real life.

It did have though a gigantic bed in the middle of it. I mean huge. It definitely was big enough to fit four people, if you know what I mean.

"So what do I do know?" That made me stop looking around the damn room and look at him. That was a very interesting question. What did the internet say about it again? Ugh I should have paid more attention.

"I don't think you need to do anything. You just need to be there for Bear, I think he'll feel a lot safer and get better faster when he knows you're there with him."

"He is a baby. He won't even know, I'm with him."

That made me roll my eyes. Mr.Jack had a long way to go before he becomes a better dad. At least he is trying though.

"Of course he will. You are his father."

He stopped talking. I handed Bear to him and watched him place Bear so gently on the middle of his gigantic bed. I was right, looking at him, out of his tailored suites, relaxed just spending time with his son, made him all the more attractive to me. Not the time to think about that Shortie.

"Not the time to think about what?"

Oh crap he heard that? I shook my head. I'd be fired for sure if he ever knew what I was thinking about.

"Nothing Mr.Jack. ah hmm. As I was saying you just need to rock him back to sleep if he wakes up in the middle of the night and clean him if he throws up or something. Don't worry though, I'll be with you the whole time."

I don't know if that reassured him cause he still looked pretty skeptical of the whole thing. Bear was a little fussy after his afternoon milkies, and he was still a little bit hot but my brave little bear did not cry anymore.

"How do I get him to sleep?"

"I just rock him until he is sleepy enough. I tried singing once, Bear did not like that. Maybe you will have better luck."

He chuckled and shook his head "I could imagine that."

What the heck? That was like the fifth insult he made today. So what if I wasn't good at singing, there is plenty of things I am good at. I think.

I dragged a chair as far as I could near the edge of the bed. It wouldn't be comfortable, but I don't need to be comfortable tonight.

If you're wondering whether Bear woke up in the middle of the night crying, yes, yes he did. Many times. It was like an alarm, every hour or so he would get up screaming his little head off until Mr.Jack held him in his arms and rocked the little Bear to sleep. If he wasn't sick, I would have thought he was doing this on purpose because he liked being held by daddy so much.

Around two in the morning I woke up cause I thought I heard him cry again only to find him sleeping so peacefully. Even in my dreams, Bear isn't letting me sleep! To my surprise, Mr.Jack was awake too. Did he see Bear in his dreams too? Oh my god! Did we share a dream?

"Can't sleep?"

He shook his head. His eyes looked tired. Can't blame him, like a real Bear my little Bear was loud as heck too. There was no sleeping when he was crying his little eyes out.

"I have never been woken up so much in my life."

You would have if you spent more time with your son!

"Perks of being a dad."

He went quiet for a while, stroking Bear's hair once in a while. I thought he was done with talking and will be ignoring me for the rest of the night. So I tried to get myself comfortable on the chair that looked more comfortable than it felt and attempted to catch up on my sleep.

"I am not doing a good job of being a dad, am I?"

Oh crap! I was too tired to be starting a very philosophical talk with him. What if I accidentally say the wrong thing?

"Give yourself a break, Mr.Jack this is your first time. And you are getting better."

He was. Really. I mean two months ago, I was half convinced Bear would never see his father until he grows up and sees him on the internet.

"Things would have been much easier, if Gina was still alive."

It was almost weird to hear him talk about his dead girlfriend. Did we really get so close?

"What was she like?" I didn't want to ask the wrong question and have him close up on me again. This was nice and I wanted to enjoy it as long as I could.

"She was a good partner and a much better friend." his answer almost sounded too correct and polished. Maybe the man is really really bad at saying what he felt.

"You were right though, she would have been a better mom for Espath."

I felt so smug listening to him. I mean I was never right, so hearing him of all people admit it made me feel all proud and mushy.

"I'm sure she'll be proud to see you try so much."

I was being honest. If I was Gina I would have been over the moon at how far Mr.Jack have come along. She would have probably known what kind of a person he was, with all his flaws. Poor woman, what must she have felt in her last moments.

Thankfully by the next morning Bear was feeling much better. We took his temperature in the morning and to our relief it was fine now.

I needed a nap. I needed a nap like yesterday.

"Take a break today Madeline, I'll have something arranged for today." he said as we left Bear's room after making sure he was fast asleep.

I tried to protest. "It's okay, I can just.."

"No, you are tired and so am I. We both need to rest now. Bear will be fine and you'll be here first thing in the morning tomorrow."

I didn't even have enough energy to protest. So I nodded.

"I'll ask Simon to drop you home."

That's a great idea. I probably would have slept on the train and missed my station otherwise.

It wasn't until I was half asleep in Mr.Jack's car I thought of something.

When did I become Madeline?