Page 37 of Awakening His Daddy

“Finally,” I grumble as we make it out of the emergency room.

“That took forever,” he agrees.

Three and a half hours, to be exact.

“Hey, it’s snowing!” Izzy slurs. “I love snow. So pretty.”

“Seriously, snow sucks,” Tessa grumbles.

“I agree.”

I was hoping it would hold off a little longer. The weather people said after midnight, and it isnotafter midnight yet.

“I’ll go get the car.”

The X-ray doctor waits with him while I pull my car up.

“Okay, Izzy, you go home and take care.”

“Thanks, we’ll talk soon.”

I help Izzy into the car, and this time I don’t even hesitate as I buckle his seatbelt.

He rests his head on the window of the car while I drive him home. The snow is falling fast and heavy, and the flakes make a tunnel that looks like you’re about to jump to light speed, which is making me car sick.

Shoot, if this keeps up, who knows how long it’ll be before we even get plowed out at the cabin? I think about trying to make it to a hotel closer to the main road, but when a deer jumps out and I narrowly miss it because I couldn’t see anything. I know I need to stop at the cabin.

“Are we there yet?” Izzy whines when the swerving wakes him.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I need to go slow. The snow is dangerous.”

He squirms and moans in pain while trying to get comfortable.

“I’ll get you home and tucked in quick, okay.”

I hope he falls asleep quick. I can feel my pads getting damp, and it won’t be long until I need to change them. Not to mention the pressure is building.

I almost reach up to touch one, but once the milk starts flowing, it won’t stop for a while. So I relax as much as I can.

What am I going to do?

Maybe I can take a shower and get out at least enough to stop them from aching and leaking.

It’s going to be a long night.

I sigh as we pull up to the cabin. I need to get an automatic garage door opener up here.

Getting Izzy into the house is a chore since he’s barely awake and he can’t pick his feet up more than an inch, which causes it to drag in the snow, and he trips several times before I finally just pick him up bridal style.

“You’re so strong, Daddy.”

“You’re heavier than you look,” I say.

“I’m all muscle.” He wiggles in my arms as he pulls on his jacket.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to show you my muscles.”

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