Page 133 of Petite Fleur

I carry my girl into the bathroom and sit her on the sink so I can strip her clothes. “We’re getting in the tub, ma fleur. You’re going to hate it, but I’m getting in with you.” I promise her.

She shakes her head, barely conscious and swatting my hands away as I undress her, but I ignore her protests. “I like baths.” She mumbles.

“You won’t like this one.” I state.

This girl is going to have me getting gray hairs before I'm 40. I carefully peel off her shirt, tossing it in the hamper before scooping her up. It's far too much work to get her shorts off right now. I'll pull them off in the tub.

It takes me a minute to get my leg off and put my shower assisting leg on without sitting Maeve down. But, finally, I step in the water first, cursing under my breath.

Fuck this is fucking cold! But she needs this. She screams when I lower her into the water, trying to get away from the water, but I won't let her.

I hold her firmly against me while I lay us both in the freezing water. "No…" She whines and attempts to thrash and push me away.

My poor girl. I tuck her hair behind her ear again, taking one of the frozen packages and putting it on the back of her neck.

Fuck, this sucks.

"I know, love. I know, but you need this." I say sadly to her.

I need her to cool down.

I need her.

Maeve is whining and pushing me away, the damn dog is barking, and I'm shivering. What the fuck has this day become? I thought I'd get to come home, make my girl take a test, and fuck her to sleep.

Her period should be starting in a week, and I'm praying she's late. I had a test in my bag and everything, but now I'm just worried that she won't live.

I've got to get some blood and urine samples from her later. I have a buddy in the lab who can run her tests fast. I need to make sure she doesn't have organ failure from this.

"It's so cold." She whines.

I shush her, kissing along her neck. "I know. It sucks, but we have to stay in here a little longer, okay?" I say calmly.

She shakes her head no, my beautiful dramatic girl. "Out. Now." She huffs.

I laugh at how adorable she is when she tries to be stern with me. I don't even think she realizes how out of it she is and how she's almost speaking like she's drunk. "Are you allowed to tell me what to do? I think you seem to forget who is in charge here.” I whisper in her ear.

She snorts a laugh and continues to try and push me away, but there’s nothing she can do to stop this. “Me.” She mumbles.

I grab one of the popsicles floating in the water and dip it in the freezing water. “Is that so?” I ask as I force her legs apart with my feet and slide the popsicle, wrapper and all into her warm cunt. “Then tell me to stop. Tell me not to fuck you right now, see how that goes for you.” I insist.

I fuck her with the popsicle, both wanting to tease her and cool her off, but her little drunken moans spur me on to at least make her cum before her lips turn blue.

“Leon…” She moans, digging her nails into my arm while I fuck into her.

I pull the popsicle out of her and rip off the wrapper before sliding it back into her, making her gasp in surprise when the cold touches her insides again.

With each thrust, I pull the popsicle from her and make her lick her arousal from the blue raspberry treat before shoving it back into her. “You’re going to be blue by the time I’m done.” I tease.

When Maeve throws her head back onto my shoulder, and an exhausted moan comes from her lips, I shove the popsicle as far into her as I can reach. I continue to fuck her with it until her eyes fall closed, and no more sounds come from her.

I grin at the state I’ve put her in, but at least now she’s cooled down enough that I can get her downstairs and hook her up to an IV.

I never wanted her on this table, but I don’t have any other choice. It’s the coldest room in our house, and she needs to cool down.

I know she'll panic when she comes back to, but I won't leave her side.

I’ll be here the moment she wakes up to promise her that everything will be okay.

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