Ignoring my throbbing d**k, I sit back and bring Grace with me, positioning her in my lap and rocking her back and forth. "It's going to be okay, baby. I promise. This plane is safe. You are safe. I'm not going to let a thing happen to you. Ever." She curls into me, hiding her face in my throat and oh my God, it feels like my chest has been ripped wide open. Is this normal? "Grace, please. You will stop being scared immediately," I say, sounding winded.
She lifts her head, some of her fear clearing. In fact, she giggles a little and the churning in my middle eases slightly. "You can't just order me to stop feeling something. You know that, right?"
"Can I order you to start feeling something?"
"Like what?" she asks.
"Like happiness. With me. Now."
"Just because I'm scared in this momen
