Page 74 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“Little girl, what do you think you are doing?”

Clint’s voice boomed through her head, making her groan. She pressed her palms to her eyes as he turned on a light.

“Stop yelling, Daddy,” she said in a scratchy voice.

“I wasn’t yelling, baby.” His hand gently grasped hold of her chin, tilting her face up. “Open your eyes.”

“Can’t. Light hurts them.”

Whoops. She probably shouldn’t have admitted it. “Now he’ll make me stay in bed all day,” she muttered to herself.

“Little darling, you were already staying in bed all day.” A large, cool hand was pressed against her forehead. “Don’t you remember that you’re on bed rest?”

Bed rest? How could she be on bed rest?

“Shit. You’re burning up. How’s your throat?”

“Sore. Like my head. And my whole body.”

“Poor baby,” he said sympathetically. “Let’s lie you down and take your temperature.”

“Gotta go potty.”

“All right. Can you open your eyes if I turn the light off? The drapes are still closed.”

“Think so.”

She felt him move away. “There you go, little darling. Try now.”

Slowly, she opened her eyes. Clint crouched in front of her, his face twisted with worry. “How’s that?”

His voice was hushed. Gentle. Tears welled in her eyes. “Good,” she croaked.

After he carried her to the bathroom, he left her on her own to use the toilet. She could hear him speaking quietly into his phone in the bedroom. Probably to Doc. She groaned. His head popped into the room and she squeaked since she was still sitting on the toilet.

“You okay, little darling?”

“Daddy, I’m fine.” She made shooing motions at him. He simply gave her a stern look in reply. Then turned away again and walked out. She huffed out a breath. Thank goodness. Clint wasn’t big on boundaries.

She quickly cleaned up and had managed to pull up her panties before he returned.

“Let me help you,” he said quietly. He supported her while she washed her hands. And then he carried her back to bed. But instead of laying her down, he sat with her on his lap. “Doc wantsto know what your temp is now. Let’s lie you over my lap and I’ll take it.”

She scrunched up her face but let him carefully arrange her over his lap. She sighed as he pulled up her nightie, then tugged her panties over her bottom.

“Easy, little darling. I know you don’t like this part. But Daddy doesn’t like when you’re sick. He wants you all better.”

She wanted that too. Especially with the wedding so close. He reached over to the bedside table to grab the thermometer and lube sitting there. Her bottom cheeks were parted and lube dabbed on her puckered hole. She shivered at the cool feel. She went from searing heat to cold and chilled.

The thermometer slid inside easily and he rubbed her lower back soothingly as they waited. When he drew it out there was a moment of silence where she guessed he was reading it.

He sighed. “Hundred and two.”

Well, bummer.

“Right, back to bed for you. I’m going to get you some medicine and a shake. You can try and eat some breakfast later. Anything else you need?” he asked as he tucked her back under the covers.

“No, Daddy.”

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