Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“Really? You sound and look cranky. And if you’re not cranky because you need a nap, then I’m going to assume there’s some other reason. Want to tell me what?”
“I’m not cranky.”
“Careful, little girl,” he warned. “Or this is going to be number two.”
“Number two what?”
“Punishment.” He tapped his head. “I’m keeping track.”
“What was number one?”
“Trying to get off the bed because you thought you were going to get between me and your friend.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it. “Maybe I do need a nap.”
“That’s what I thought. A Daddy knows.”
She huffed out a breath. “You might as well have told the nurse that I need my pacifier and a bottle.”
“Not a bad idea. Then I’d be able to get more fluids into you. I’ll have to order some. I’m sure they come in purple or gold.”
What did she say to that? On the one hand it was presumptuous to think she’d want a pacifier or bottle. Although, she’d thought about buying them for herself quite often. Finances and her need to keep her belongings at a bare minimum had stopped her. Also, it hadn’t felt right to use them when she was on her own. She’d always tried to keep her Little wrapped up tight.
But now . . . she could set her free.
It made her feel lighter. Well, she couldn’t really do it here. But when they were alone. Yeah, that could be fun.
“You . . . you don’t mind me having a bottle and pacifier?”
“Mind? Why the fuck would I mind?” He gave her an incredulous look.
Happiness filled her and she smiled as she hugged Squish tight. Gray was going to make such a good Daddy. She was surprised she hadn’t seen it before. Maybe there had been hints and she hadn’t wanted to see it. Because it would hurt too much to know she’d never get that side of him.
Yes, things were going to go well between them.
“Now, what size diaper do you think you would be?” he asked.
Right as the nurse walked in.
“Gray! Oh my God!”
She hid under the covers. It was too much. Dead. She was dead.
A shiver ran through her as she realized she almost had died.
Okay, at some stage she was going to have to face that head on. But not right now. She pushed it deep.
“I, uh, um . . .” the nurse said.
Oh my God! This was terrible. It was beyond a joke. Like a rom-com. How many people could barge into her room as someone said something embarrassing or that could be taken the wrong way?
“Have you found out when Maeve is going for an MRI? Girl, what are you doing under the covers?” he demanded, as though he’d just noticed. Maybe he had. He wouldn’t understand, he didn’t seem to have the ability to get embarrassed.
That’s okay. She had that in spades. Enough for the two of them.
She peeked over the edge of the blanket at the nurse. “He was joking! He wasn’t serious!”
“I wasn’t?” Gray asked.
“It’s all right,” the nurse said. “An orderly will be along shortly to take you to your MRI. Is there anything else you need?”
The other woman’s gaze was on something beside her. She turned and saw Squish sitting there. She dragged him down until just his eyes were above the blanket too.
Gray frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you need anything else?” the nurse asked.
“No. Thank you.”
Gray watched her with his hands on his hips. “You’re hiding. Embarrassed?” He looked at the door. “Did she make you feel ashamed?”
“I just . . . you asked what size diaper I am in front of her. Now she’s going to think I’m incontinent!”
“So? Is that something to be ashamed of?”
“No. No, of course not.”
Damn. Now he was making her feel bad.
“If it’s something you want, and it doesn’t harm anyone, then why should it be considered wrong?”
“I just . . . Gray, I need my privacy. It’s not that I’m ashamed, exactly . . . I just . . . I can’t handle people looking at me like I’m a freak.”
“Who the fuck has ever treated you like a freak?”
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Gray glared down at her.
He wanted to know who had said that or made her feel that way. Because he was going to cut out the fuckers’ eyes and tongues.
He grunted in satisfaction at the thought.
She peered out at him from behind the blanket. Squish was staring up at him too.
Fuck.
That was too damn cute.
But she wasn’t going to distract him.
“Girl?”
“I don’t . . . it was a long time ago. In school. I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
Her eyes looked haunted and her throat sounded scratchy again. She was exhausted and recovering and he was barking things at her.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he told her. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just hate the idea of anyone treating you as less than the princess you are.”