Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
He was determined to show her that he could be the man she needed.
“We’re here, Freckles.”
“Tired.” She’d fallen asleep again on the way here. He was slightly worried by how tired she was. But he guessed she had a lot of sleep to catch up on.
“I know, but we need to get you some dinner before you can sleep.” That was the other problem. She needed more fuel.
Hux unlocked the door using a code, and they all walked in.
“I’ll get started on dinner,” Judd said. He ran his hand over her hair. “Any requests, Baby Blue?”
“I don’t want anything.” Her voice sounded higher. Her Little was peeking out and relief filled him. She was starting to feel more comfortable with them again.
“Do you want to be in Little headspace tonight?” he asked.
She hesitated.
“Tell us the truth.” They would have to constantly check in with her. To make sure that she was really telling them what she wanted and not what she thought they wanted to hear.
“Is it weird to do that?”
“Of course not,” Beck reassured her. “I think being in Little headspace will help you relax and we love taking care of you and your Little.”
She sighed, slumping against him.
“But you need to eat, Freckles,” Beck said firmly. “If you don’t think you can eat, then the alternative is a protein drink in a baby bottle.”
She nodded.
“That’s what you want?” he asked to clarify.
“Yes.”
“All right, Baby Blue,” Judd said. “But tomorrow, you start eating some real food. Even if it’s just little meals, okay?”
“Okie-dokie.”
Beck carried her down the hallway.
“Nursery is along here,” Hux said, coming toward them. “Does she want to sleep there?”
“No!” she cried, reaching backward to grab Hux and haul him close.
She had her arm around Hux’s neck so tight that it looked like she was strangling him. But Beck was certain that the other man wasn’t going to complain.
“Okay, little darlin’. You don’t have to sleep anywhere you don’t want to. What would you like to wear to bed? A onesie? Pajamas? There are some cute ones with alpacas on them.”
“Amy Alpaca!” she said with a gasp. “And Tickles!”
“We’ll get them for you,” Beck told her. “Don’t worry. What do you want to wear?”
“I dunno,” she said, sounding tired.
“All right, Freckles. We’ll make all the decisions.” Beck shifted her to his other arm, grateful that he was strong enough to carry her. In fact, he felt like he could carry her for hours and never grow tired. Of course, she was pretty light.
“She might be happier wearing one of our T-shirts,” Hux said.
“Yeah. Beck T-shirt,” she said.
Her Little side made him so happy. But he wished she would call him Daddy again.
“It’ll swim on you. I’m a big guy.” Something that had haunted him since he was a kid.
“Nope. You’re perfect.”
“Okay, Freckles,” he replied softly. “What my girl wants, she gets.”
“The main bedroom is down here,” Hux said. “She can take that bed.”
“I don’t want to be alone.”
He shot a gaze to Hux. “We can sleep on the floor.”
“With me.”
Her Little didn’t seem to have the same hang-ups about demanding what she wanted.
“Let’s get you dressed and on the potty,” Beck said. “Judd will have your bottle ready by now.”
He followed Hux to the bedroom. It was a huge room with an outlook over the ocean. Hux had chosen well.
“Should we give her a bath first?” Hux asked in concern.
She made a muffled noise, and he looked down to see she had her thumb in her mouth.
“Not tonight, I think. Maybe tomorrow.” He laid her on her back on the bed and she let out a cry, reaching for him.
“Hush, Freckles. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Beck! Please!” She reached up for him.
“Put her on your lap, and I’ll strip her,” Hux told him.
Not a bad idea.
“Grab one of my T-shirts from my bag,” he directed. “And then, go get one of the pacifiers. She might like it tonight.”
“No! Want this one.” She pulled at his T-shirt.
Fuck.
He stiffened. Hux shot him a knowing look.
“Please, Beck. Please.”
He closed his eyes. He really had to get over this. It was ridiculous. He worked out every day. He ate healthy.
You’re no longer that boy. Bullied. Ridiculed.
“Little darlin’, Beck doesn’t like to take off his T-shirt.”
“No,” he said. “It’s okay. She can wear it.”
Hux gave him a surprised look, but then nodded in respect. Beck settled her on his lap and Hux worked on her shoes first. Then he drew off her skirt before taking off her blouse and bra.
“Come here, little darlin’.” Hux picked her up while Beck stood, removing his T-shirt, and then pulling it over her head.
She stared up at him and he braced himself.
“Yummy. Up.” She held her arms up.
He breathed out a sigh, relief filling him. Then he picked her up and settled her on his hip. She rubbed his chest lovingly. “Sexy. Don’t put a shirt back on? Please?”