Page 76 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

But she sighed, knowing she wouldn’t get out of it. As he left, she explored the rest of the box. There was also a pack of clayand a soft, fluffy blanket. The last item was the best, though. It was a toy medical kit. Complete with stethoscope, thermometer, injector, tongue depressor, a tool to check reflexes and a blood pressure cuff complete with the thing that you squeezed to puff it up. She didn’t know what that was called but it looked like fun.

When Clint came back in with her heat pack, she showed him the kit.

“Daddy, I can check to make sure you’re not sick.”

Clint eyed the medical kit warily. Like it might bite him. He put the pouch back into the unicorn and handed it to her. She held it against her chest. It was quite nice to cuddle.

“Please, Daddy.”

“All right,” he said reluctantly. “Let’s put this all away. You can examine me, then it will be time for a nap.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she said. She packed everything away. Then patted the bed. “Lie down, Daddy.”

He lay on his back. She picked up the stethoscope. Then she unbuttoned his shirt to listen to his heart.

She pretended to listen as he breathed. “Sounds good, Daddy. You still got a heart.”

“Good to know.”

She grabbed the tongue depressor. “Please sit up, open your mouth and say ahh.”

He sat, facing her and opened his mouth. She stuck the depressor on his tongue. He pulled his head back, choking slightly. “Watch where you’re putting that, little darling.”

“Whoops. Sorry, Daddy.” She was more careful this time. “Hmm, your throat seems a bit red. We need to take your temperature. Take your pants off and lie down on your tummy.”

She held the thermometer up with a grin.

He just chuckled and shook his head. “Nice try, Doctor Darling, but that is going nowhere near my ass.”

She pouted. “We could use the real one.”

“Nope. Just put that one under my tongue. No butt stuff for me today.”

“Another day then?” She perked up at that.

He laughed again. She loved it when he laughed. He sounded so carefree. “Sorry, Doctor Darling. Not happening.”

She sighed but took his temperature and his blood pressure, ending up by testing his reflexes.

“What’s the verdict?” he asked.

“You are…not dead.”

He grinned then pretended to wipe the sweat from his brow. “Whew. Thank God for that. I was worried for a second there.”

She giggled at his silliness.

“Being dead would have put a real hitch in my plans.”

“What plans?” she asked as he helped her tidy up.

“Why, to marry the most beautiful, gorgeous girl on the planet.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap. “Nothing is more important than that.”

7

She was so bored.

Being bored wasn’t a good thing for a Little confined to her bed. Thanks to Doc’s medicine and Clint’s somewhat over-the-top care, she was feeling so much better. Her nose was no longer blocked. She didn’t have a headache or a sore throat.

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