Page 31 of Awakening His Daddy

I tuck the covers up to his chin, making sure to carefully cover his left arm. His eyes drift closed, but he fights to open them again.

“Why don’t you try to rest for a bit?”

“You’ll still be here, even if I fall asleep?”

“I promise.” With that, I give him another kiss on his forehead and watch the Knights’ game.

It’s almost at halftime when the doctor finally comes back in.

“Sorry for the delay,” she apologizes and notices my sleeping boy. “Should I wake him or…”

“Tell me first.”

“So, good news. It’s a clean break, and he doesn’t need surgery.” I nod. “Bad news. It’s out of place and will need to be reset before we can cast it.”

“How soon will you be ready to do that?”

Jamal rolls in a cart with the supplies need. “Right now.”

I sigh heavily and look at the sleeping boy.

“I’ll wake him.” But he looks so peaceful. Like an angel. “Izzy?”

Chapter 9

Izzy

“Izzy?” I hear a voice. “Come on, baby, wake up.” I grumble and turn my head. There’s a soft chuckle and fingers run gently through my hair.

“Daddy.” I sigh and open my eyes. He’s blurry at first, but I can see his smile.

“There he is.”

“Tired.” I move to roll over and then stop with a gasp as pain shoots through my arm and multiple hands grab me. “Ouch. That hurt.”

“Sorry to wake you,” the nice doctor lady says. “But we got your results back and you don’t need surgery.”

“Surgery for what?” I ask, and she grins. “Oh wait, my arm.”

“That’s right, but we will need to reposition the bone?—”

Now I start to panic as the fog of sleep and drugs clear.

“It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”

“It will, but not for long. It will just be one big pull and snap, then we’ll wrap it and you can go home.”

I shake my head, but I know it has to be done.

“Okay.”

Joe takes my hand. “I’ll be right here, and you can squeeze my hand as hard as you need.”

“Alright?” The doctor moves closer, and I whine. I want to pull away but know I shouldn’t. “I’ll be quick.”

I make that weird nervous laughing sound when Jamal grabs my shoulder and uses his body to keep me positioned in the bed.

“No, ow, ouch.”

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