Page 29 of Awakening His Daddy

“No shit.” Izzy gripes, and I’m going to scold him when Tessa laughs.

“Well, let’s get this show on the road so they can fix you up and get you out of here.”

The X-ray causes Izzy a lot of pain because they have to keep moving his arm to get a better view. I’m going to go in there and punch someone if I hear him yelp in pain one more time.

He needs something for being so good, a present. Then I remember I saw a gift shop on the way in and there were blankets in the window. One was a cat blanket! I need to get it for him, but I don’t want to leave him. Maybe I can ask a nurse.

As soon as they wheel him out, I basically shove Jamal out of the way to get to him.

“You did so good, baby.”

“No, I didn’t. It hurt, and I didn’t listen.”

“Anyone would be in pain and not want to move.”

“It’s true,” the nurse says. “I think you did well. Even big tough guys cry in there.”

“That makes me feel better,” Izzy mumbles, and he slumps down in the chair.

“We’ll get you some more pain meds while the doctor reads the X-rays,” Jamal says.

“Can I have some apple juice?” Izzy asks sweetly, and I’m about to yes, but the nurse cuts in.

“Not just yet. We need to make sure everything is okay first. But I can have a nurse bring you some ice chips.”

“That sounds good,” Izzy answers.

I wonder why he can’t have anything to drink, and then I remember that he might need surgery, so…

Once we get back to the room, I help him climb back into bed. But he doesn’t let go of me.

“Stay with me.”

“I will, but your bed is too small.”

“But—”

I move the chair closer to the bed and take his uninjured hand into mine.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Kaitlin comes back in to give him more pain medication, and she leaves some ice chips with a spoon.

“Can we watch the game?” he asks.

I forgot it was on tonight because I was so worried about him.

“Whatever you want.”

“Football then.”

After I get the stupid TV set up, I rub circles around his palm and wrist while Izzy drifts in and out while we wait for the doctor.

“I wish you could be my Daddy.” I try to answer, but he continues. “So sweet and nice and hairy.” I huff a laugh. “You take such good care of me and you’re not even my Daddy. I bet you would be amazing as a real Daddy.”

I want that too. I want to take care of him, but I’m not in a position to. His best friend is my son, which means I’m almost twice his age, and I’m not gay. Although I can admit I’ve been looking at Izzy differently since the night at the club when he offered to blow me, and the idea of a dude sucking my dick isn’t as unpleasant as it used to be. Or maybe it’s just him.

He yawns loudly, and my heart stutters.

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