I cleared my throat and motioned to the stairs. “I’ll just haul my butt up the stairs, then.” I was used to being awkward and just straight up weird, but around Bear, I was much more conscious of it. To the point where I was a little embarrassed. “Sweet dreams,” I chirped. Good God. I needed to shut my mouth and get my ass moving.
“Night, mama,” he called.
I was halfway up the stairs when he called my name. “Yeah?”
“You know anything about Meg calling King daddy when he called her today?”
My step faltered, and I grabbed the railing. “Oh, um, what?” I had no idea that she had called him daddy when he called her.
“She called him daddy. Is that normal?”
Only since she had found out that he called me mama. “Uh, are you sure she called him daddy?” I asked.
“Yeah, mama. It was clear as day.”
“I’ll have to ask her about it tomorrow.” More like I was going to yell at her for saying it in front of Bear. “I’m sure it was a misunderstanding.”
“Sure,” he chuckled.
“Well, night!” I climbed the rest of the stairs and shuffled to my bedroom.
I fell into bed and sighed. I was still in my pajamas, so I slid under the covers and closed my eyes.
Hopefully, tomorrow I didn’t have to hear the word daddy and I would actually get out of the house instead of feeling like a sloth all day.
One day at a time.
And hopefully, Meg didn’t try to make daddy a thing with her and King. At least, not in front of the whole club.