Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“You’re all sticky, Pixie. Hold still.” He wiped her face and hand, removing her ring lollipop.
“I want that,” Molly fussed.
“Let’s try this.” He held up the pacifier they’d chosen from the closet and popped it into her mouth.
“Mmmm.” Molly hummed and turned on her side.
Chapter
Fourteen
Standing by her bed, Faust hesitated to wake Molly up. She’d fallen asleep so fast and hadn’t moved for the last hour. Doc knew what he was doing. Faust sat on the edge of the bed and softly rubbed her back.
“Pixie? Can you wake up for Daddy?”
“Five more minutes,” she mumbled, and the pacifier fell out of her mouth.
“Dinner’s ready, Little girl,” Faust told her as he picked it up before her questing hand could find it and pop it back in her mouth. “You don’t want to miss Gabriel’s spaghetti.”
“Mmm, spaghetti,” she mumbled.
“That’s right. Do you like meatballs, Little girl?”
“Maybe if they’re small. I don’t like to gnaw on my food,” she commented sleepily.
“I’ll give you tiny bites,” he promised.
“My arm is ouchie.”
“Let’s put some fresh ointment on it before we go do dinner.”
Molly opened her eyes to peek at him. “Did they find that guy?” she asked.
“Not yet, Pixie. You’ll stay here with Daddy, and I’ll make sure you get to work and home safely.”
“Does everyone think I’m silly?”
“For getting attacked and coming here for help? No way. They all think you’re a superstar for getting away from that asshole,” Faust assured her, trying to keep the anger from his voice and failing.
“I’m hungry,” she admitted.
“Let’s wash your face. Find something comfortable to put on. And make your arm feel better.”
“And then eat spaghetti?”
“All you want.”
Faust scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He set her on the toilet, and she automatically peed without thinking she should be embarrassed. He washed her face to keep her distracted.
After threading her feet into the pull-ups he’d gathered for her, Faust helped her stand before wiping the leftover lubricant from her bottom and throwing the washcloth in the hamper.
“Thank you,” she said, turning lovely shades of pink.
Faust kissed her softly before pulling the lightly padded garment into place. “Your bottom may be a bit messy from the medicine. That’s okay. It’s expected. Daddy will take care of you. Okay?”
She nodded and leaned her head against his chest. “Maybe I don’t need any more medicine. We could just tell Doc it’s working.”
“That’s not going to happen. Let me wash my hands and we’ll find something for you to wear.”
“Can I wear one of your T-shirts?” she asked hesitantly.
“Of course, Pixie. Want to wear a Shadowridge Guardian one?”
Her instant smile in response faded quickly. “Is that against the rules?”
“Not at all. You’re my Little girl. You’re part of the MC now,” Faust assured her.
A few minutes later, Faust held her hand as they walked slowly down the hallway. When they emerged into the large gathering area, Molly paused to see who was there. Faust bit his lip as he let out a string of curses in his mind. His desire to keep from scaring Molly—especially today—was the only thing that prevented them from escaping.
When she shrank back, he knew his face was giving him away. Faust dropped down to one knee. “I’m sorry, Pixie. I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at the…” He paused as he tried to come up with a word that wasn’t a curse word.
“Freaking a-hole?” she whispered a suggestion.
“Let’s go with that. I’m pissed at the freaking a-hole who hurt and scared you. If I get my hands on him…” Faust balled up his free hand.
“We call the police and let them take care of it, Daddy.” Molly patted his chest with her free hand.
He studied her earnest face and felt his blood pressure drop. “I’d rather pound him into the dirt,” Faust admitted, knowing he’d never do that in front of Molly.
“Me, too. But that makes us the bad guys instead of him. I’m hungry, Daddy.”
“Let’s go get food in your tummy. Want me to carry you?”
“No. I can walk this time. I just needed to pull myself together.”
He smiled at her sweet face. Leaning forward, Faust kissed her lightly before standing. He held out his hand for her once again and squeezed her fingers lightly when she slapped her hand down on his playfully. As they walked in, the other Littles slid off their Daddies’ laps and met them halfway.
“Can we give you a hug?” Carlee asked.
“I’d love one,” Molly admitted.
“Be careful of her arm,” Faust warned, moving to her injured side to protect her.
One after another, the Littles in the room gave her gentle hugs and told Molly how glad they were that she was okay.
“Thanks, everyone,” Molly said quietly.
“Come on. Gabriel made spaghetti. You’re going to love it,” Ivy shared.
“I’m starving,” Molly admitted.
“Here’s a seat,” Gabriel called, pointing at an empty chair where several Daddies sat waiting for their Littles to return. “I just pulled some garlic sticks from the oven. How many can you eat?”