Page 21 of Chasing Amber

Tears escape to run down my cheeks. I hate that I can’t stop them. I’m confused. I think I’m stuck in Little space, and I can’t get out, especially not with Isaac Daddying me like he is.

“Give us a minute,” Isaac says.

My brother stands and ushers everyone out of the room, closing the door behind him. That makes me cry harder. He’s left me with Isaac, who is clearly in charge of me. He’s my man. He’s the one who takes over as though I’m his responsibility. As though I’mhis.

Isaac takes my hand and brings it to the cloth. “Can you hold this here, baby?”

I press against it, surprised when he lifts me into his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He sets me on the bathroom counter and keeps one hand on me while he wets another washcloth.

“Let’s switch.” He takes the bloodstained one from my face and sets it in the sink before gently wiping my tears and probably some blood. Finally, he covers the wound again and tips my chin back. “We’re going to go to urgent care so they can stitch this up, Little one.”

I swallow. My heart is racing. Can I be his Little one? I can’t argue with him right now. My head is spinning.

His brows furrow as he looks into my eyes. “Do you want me to help you change into your street clothes?”

Oh shit. The dress. I can’t go to urgent care wearing this babyish dress. I also can’t change myself. One of us needs to keep a hand pressed against my chin.

“I could get Cassandra to help you.”

I shake my head. “No. You do it.” I almost add Daddy to the end of that. I must have hit my head harder than I thought. Maybe I have a concussion.

“Okay,” he says softly. He reaches around to the back of the dress to lower the zipper before easing the front of the dress away from my body.

I have to switch hands a few times to get my arms out of the sleeves. I can’t believe I’m sitting here in nothing but my bra and panties in front of Isaac. Not just any bra and panties.

Coincidentally, I’m wearing a lacy pink set. I can’t remember when I last wore this sexy lingerie. I don’t know why I put it on this morning. After I chose the pink tank top, it just seemed like the pink bra was a good choice.

I’m trembling from shock and nerves as Isaac carefully lowers my tank top over my head and helps angle my hands through the armholes. He grabs my jeans next and guides my feet into them. After a minute, he chuckles. “Baby, how did you get these on this morning?”

I purse my lips. I’m glad he’s keeping things light, but it would hurt to laugh, so I stifle it and shrug. It’s actually kind of comical when he lifts me by the hips, stands me on my feet, and continues tugging the stretchy, tight denim up my body.

I hold my breath because his face is level with my pussy. It takes far too long for him to get me into these damn jeans, zipped, and buttoned. I’ll think twice before wearing them again.

He’s squatting in front of me when he tips his head back and smiles. “These jeans are sexy as fuck, but lordy, baby, how long does it take you to pee when you wear them?”

I start to giggle and stop myself, wincing as the cut splits open.

He cringes. “Sorry. I’ll try not to make you laugh.” I’m back on the counter again so he can put my shoes on. After that, he sets the corner of the pretty dress in the sink, adds the stopper, and fills it with water.

“Did I ruin it?”

“Nope. Just a few tiny spots. They’ll come out. I promise. Let’s get you to urgent care.”

CHAPTER 8

Isaac

I feel like I’ve stepped through a portal into a different dimension. The woman I’ve been in love with forever, who has never let me close to her—not in her adult or her Little headspace—is letting me fully Daddy her.

It’s possible she’s so frazzled from cracking her chin open that she’s not making clear decisions, but she seems lucid. Her eyes look okay. I don’t think she has a concussion or anything serious.

During the drive to urgent care, she leans into me in the back seat of the car, letting me hold the cloth to her chin while she grips my other hand so hard her fingers must hurt.

Spence drops us off at the entrance, looking concerned. He parks the car and brings me the keys while I’m still filling out paperwork at the desk. Amber remains dazed, holding my arm with one hand and the cloth against her chin with the other.

I know every single detail about my girl, so filling out the paperwork is easy. Convincing the nurse to let me go into the exam room with her takes a bit of sweet talking, but I manage.

The crazy thing is that all I keep thinking about is how fast I can get a ring on my girl’s finger and change her last name. I never want us to find ourselves in a situation like this again, where one of us is shut out because we aren’t family.

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