Page 157 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“Bebe, you need to get a blood test. Doc is worried about how pale you are. He wants to check your vitamin levels, among other things. So be good and sit on the bed so he can do that.”

He tried to set her down.

But if he thought being all reasonable was going to get her to sit and have her blood taken . . . well, he better think again.

“No.”

“Bebe,” he said sternly.

“No. I won’t do it.”

Yes, she knew she was acting looney.

Or, rather, like a Little girl who didn’t want the nasty needle to prick her.

But that didn’t mean she could stop.

“Well, that’s too bad since now you won’t get the good girl gift,” Doc said.

Wait. What?

No one had said anything about a good girl gift.

“What gift?” she asked suspiciously.

“It’s a grab bag.”

She turned to look as Doc held out a box of gifts. They were all individually wrapped and she instantly wanted one. But when she reached out to take one, Doc drew the box away.

“Nope. Not until you’ve let me take some blood.”

Her lip dropped into a pout. “But I want one.”

“Then you know what you need to do,” Corbin told her in a low voice.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“This from the girl that likes to jump out of planes and do crazy skateboarding stunts?” he asked.

“Yes, but none of those things have needles. Needles are scary.”

And she really wished she had Nutters. Or her pacifier.

Okay. There was something about this place that was bringing out her Little.

Or perhaps it’s Corbin. Maybe the longer you’re with him, the more you trust him, and the more you want to show him all sides of yourself.

Yeah.

There was that too.

“You can sit on Corbin’s lap and you don’t have to look at the needle. Then you can pick a present. What kind of things do you like on your Band-Aids?” Doc asked.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, I have bumblebees for Caley and bears for Ellie. Oh, and mermaids for Charlie.”

“Squirrels,” she whispered. “I like squirrels.”

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