Page 50 of Awakening His Daddy

“Go fish.”

“I think we should go to bed now,” he says after he’s beat me again.

“Sure, we can go to bed,” I answer, fully intending on going to his bed.

“Youcan go toyourown bed.”

“But it’s dark, and I’m hurt.” I hold out my arm and pout.

“I know. But we should sleep in our own beds.”

“But with the power out, won’t we get cold?”

“I’ll get you extra blankets.”

“Fine,” I huff. “Can I take a shower, even if the power is out? My hair smells like hospital.”

“Yeah, it does. Let me get you a bag to wrap your arm.”

“Will the water be warm?”

“Yeah, it will, but not for long.”

“Okay, I can be quick, but I will probably need your help.”

“Izzy—”

“How am I supposed to open the shampoo bottle? The conditioner? The body wash?”

“Fine, but you better not try to flash me.”

“I’ll let you control the shower curtain.”

He nods and takes me to the bathroom.

“I’ll be right back.”

“No! Don’t say that and don’t leave me.”

He chuckles. “Nothing is going to hurt you or me. I promise.”

Obviously, he’s never seen any horror movies, but I nod my head.

If the sounds the wind is making are any indication, would-be killers would’ve frozen to death by now.

I set my flashlight on the sink and try to get undressed while the water warms up. I’m still struggling with my pants when he comes back in and grins.

“Don’t laugh at me.” I pout. “Help me.”

With a smile and a tug, he pulls my pants to the ground.

“You can do your own boxers.”

Oh, I can, can I?

I might struggle more than necessary to get him to help me, and honestly, my dick stays soft because I’m in pain and my stomach is still rolling.

“Alright, in you go.” The spray feels warm and relaxing as the hospital smell fades away.

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