Page 43 of Awakening His Daddy

“I don’t think lying on the cold floor is a good idea.”

“Feels nice,” I grumble, and he chuckles.

“Come on, up you go.” I flop onto my back to help him, which causes my hand to knock into the vanity.

“Owwww!” I scream in pain. That fucking hurt.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I hit my cast.”

He smiles and bends down to help me up. “Come on you.” I whine and flop like a limp noodle. “Let’s wash your hands and get you back to bed.”

“No, TV.” I pout.

“I suppose, but you need to take it easy.”

I nod.

Joe looks around the bathroom with a puzzled look on his face.

“I think hand sanitizer would be best, but I don’t have any here, so I’ll help you.”

He lathers up his hands with warm water and washes my right hand between his before gently scrubbing the tips of my left.

“I love how rough your hands are.” They would feel so nice against my skin.

“Years of hard work.” He gives me a half smile, and I melt. “You’ll get there, kid.” Then he dries my hand, and I yawn.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“Probably around six.”

This is a good opening to ask about his problem.

“What are you doing up so early?”

“I was having trouble sleeping.”

“So you thought you’d jump in the shower to relax?” He nods. “Did it help?”

“Not really.” I want to push, but I’m in no place to help him now. “Come on. I’ll turn on the TV and get you some pills.”

“Can you help me get dressed first?”

“No, Izzy.” I think he’s going to give me the “that’s inappropriate talk,” but he stops when he remembers that I really will need his help. “Okay.”

I’m hit with the hospital smell right away when we enter the guest room.

“I don’t like that smell. It makes my tummy upset.”

“I agree. It’s strong. You can wear some of Leo’s clothes until I can wash yours. Okay?”

I nod.

As long as I don’t have to wear his panties. They’re pretty, but too tight. I’m not much taller than Leo, but I’m definitely thicker than him.

I wonder if Joe would like me in them.

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