Page 65 of Daddy's Little Cupcake

She buried her face in Finn’s neck and relaxed a little.

“I’m gonna want to take her temperature first, see if she’s running a fever, and then I’ll do other assessments,” Michael said, breaking the silence.

Charlotte flinched and held onto Finn tighter.

“It’s okay, little cupcake. This is one of Daddy’s friends. His name is Michael, and he used to be a doctor,” Finn explained.

“No need doctor. I’m fine,” she mumbled.

He chuckled and slowly rocked Charlotte in his arms.

“I bet you’re feeling a little icky. Daddy called his friend to make you get all better.”

Charlotte wiggled in his arms, but he held her securely to him. But Charlotte didn’t stop moving. With a quick movement, Finn swatted her bottom, and she stilled.

“Charlotte’s going to be a good girl while Michael checks her over.”

“No doctor!”

Finn placed Charlotte on the changing table and effortlessly strapped her down, so she wasn’t able to move. He didn’t want her to hurt herself.

“Can you either turn her on her side or pull her legs up like you would put a diaper on her?” Michael asked.

Knowing what he wanted, Finn pulled her sweats down and realized she didn’t have any underwear on. That made it easier for Michael to be able to insert the thermometer.

“Daddy! Nooo!” Charlotte wailed.

“Hush,” he replied. “Be a good girl for Daddy, and let Michael check your temperature.”

Charlotte pulled her hands up to her face and covered it. Finn had no doubt she was embarrassed, but she shouldn’t be. This would become a regular thing to ensure she stayed healthy.

After this, Finn might check her temperature every morning to make sure she didn’t get sick again.

“Would it be wise to check her temperature every morning?” Finn asked as Michael pulled out everything he needed from his bag.

Finn was relieved that he was able to come and that he knew Michael. If Michael wasn’t able to come, he would have taken Charlotte to the emergency room. He didn’t want to take any chances of her being sick and not getting better.

“For the next couple of days, I would, just to make sure her fever is still there or going away,” Michael said. “But after is up to you. If you want to check every morning, I don’t think it would be a bad idea. If you don’t, then I would check it maybe once a week.”

Finn nodded his head and looked back at Charlotte. Her eyes were closed under her fingers, and he knew the next couple of minutes would be hard for her.

“Ready?” Michael asked Finn.

He held her legs up higher in the air and watched as Michael lubed up his finger and the thermometer before he circled her anus with his finger.

Charlotte stiffened, and her eyes shot open.

“Daddy!” she screamed.

Both men flinched, and Finn was quick to give Charlotte his hand so she could mess around with it.

“Play with Daddy’s hands while Michael takes your temperature,” he said. “Be a good girl for Daddy, and don’t wiggle around too much.”

Tears of frustration formed in her eyes and fell down her cheek as she held onto his hand.

“Play with Daddy’s hands,” he encouraged her.

Next time this happened, he would bring her stuffie, Moody, over so she could hug and snuggle up against him. He should’ve thought about that for this time, but he was so concerned about her health that it slipped his mind.

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