Page 101 of Daddy's Little Survivor

“No, Daddy,” she whined. She didn’t want to be moved.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and you need to go potty,” he said.

She sighed and let him take care of her. He gently placed her down on the toilet and she went without a thought. He cleaned himself off as she went to the bathroom.

“Grab Daddy’s legs and lean forward a little,” he commanded.

She followed his order and he wiped her before pulling her into his arms and bringing her back into the bedroom.

“I love you,” she said as they lay down on the bed.

“I love you, too,” he replied.

* * *

“So, you really are my brother,”Monroe whispered as she sat in front of Miles.

It was weird to read the paper in front of her, stating they really were siblings. She had an older brother.

“The papers prove it,” he replied.

Miles had wanted to meet up so he could show her the results. She was skeptical at first, not really wanting to do it, but she knew she needed to.

Ever since they had taken her blood, she had been anxious to see what the results were. No matter how scary her brother could be to the nurses, they hadn’t budged on how fast they would get the results back.

“You knew the whole time.” She leaned back in her chair.

She couldn’t wrap her brain around this. Miles had shown a picture of their parents to her and she could see the resemblance to her mom, dad, and brother. It was weird to just find out she had a brother at the age of twenty-seven.

“How come they waited so long to have me?” she asked, trying to process everything.

They had come to a small diner close to BTS while her Daddy was working. He knew she was meeting up with her brother. While he didn’t like the idea, he knew he couldn’t hold her back because she had always wanted a family.

It took long conversations for her Daddy to finally get on board, but she was glad. She wanted to get to know her brother, no matter how intimidating he could be.

She was super nervous to meet with him alone. He had mentioned his boss was extremely powerful, and he was like his right-hand man.

Miles had worn a hat again and was sitting in the back corner when she got to the diner. He was facing the whole room and she wondered if he was looking out for someone or not.

“I think you were a surprise to them. They had talked about having a second kid as I grew up, but they never got pregnant,” he said as he scanned the room again. “They would have loved you.”

Monroe’s eyes teared up at that.

“Please, don’t cry.” His voice sounded off.

She blinked several times and looked at him. He had brown hair and eyes, just like her, but his eyes were dark and cold.

“What do you do for work in New York?” she asked, changing the subject.

She knew if she kept thinking or talking about it, she was going to cry. Miles sounded a little panicked as he asked her not to cry, almost like he didn’t know what to do or how to handle the situation.

His face went dark and he shook his head. “You don’t need to know that.”

She pouted and crossed her arms.

“Pleaseeeeee,” she whined. “Why can’t I know?”

“For your safety and because my boss hasn’t said anything about you knowing. I also don’t want to scare you away. I just found you and I’m not letting you go.”

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