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“I can’t understand what the pressure is like, Daddy, but you’re right about balance. Maybe we could plot it out on paper and I could help you.”

“I’ll accept your help, kitten.”

“That’s all I’m asking for.” I huddled down into the seat. “Will you punish me for the crap at work?”

“No. You didn’t break a rule. Your only repercussion is your butt staying on the couch all weekend. Your head needs to rest.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Aaron parked the car in his garage. He helped me into the house, making sure I went straight to the couch. “Give me your keys and tell me what you need from your house.”

I dropped my keys into his outstretched palm. “Pajamas—the soft ones—and a few pairs of panties. My pink robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, my Aaron bear on my pillow, and my slippers under my bed. I need the face wash in the bathroom on the counter—and my toothbrush, too.”

“Sure thing.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, kitten?”

“I-I love you. But I’ve wanted more attention, more of your time, and instead of asking, I pretended you didn’t care, even though you acted like you did. And I knew you did. I should have opened up a lot sooner.”

“I love you, and I’m happy you told me. Don’t overthink things right now. Your brain really does need to rest. I’ll be right back.”

I tried to push away the waves of guilt that crashed through my head. I had brought up a few heavy topics tonight, and we would have to work through them. At least we’d have plenty of time at the lake house to unravel the issues.

A whole week with Dr. Sexy Scrubs. My body could take it, but I wasn’t so sure about my heart.

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Aaron

I settled Zoelle into the couch and tucked a huge fuzzy purple blanket around her. I had picked it up last weekend along with her special reward for making a doctor’s appointment, but I hadn’t gotten the chance to give it to her.

We picked the couch to camp out on tonight since I’d be waking her up every few hours.

Though I hated the way she presented the information, shehadbeen right about my lack of available time and overall work schedule. My wakeup call had been her injury, and I needed to improve my work–life balance. Rest and relaxation were important for everyone to stay healthy. My lack of self-care was apparent; I had a hard time taking my own medicine. Zoelle would adore the lake house, but the scenarios in my head revolved around the naughty exam she mentioned plus the endless supply of games, arts, and crafts to feed her little. It would be so important for us to connect. The thought warmed my heart and hardened my cock. Every sway of her hips, the way she looked at me, the curve of her ass, the sexy nibble on her lip.

Fuck.

Everything she did aroused me.

We might wind up spending our entire vacation in bed.

Chapter 11

Zoelle

Saturday evening dragged on. The only place I had been since the clinic was the bathroom. Aaron had been serious about me planting my behind on his couch and not moving. At least I had my most comfy pajamas on while I lounged around doing nothing.

“How’s your pain, kitten?”

I shrugged and pulled the blanket up higher. It was like a fluffy, furry rug and it warmed my whole body. I wanted to sleep away the awful emotions stuck in my head, and Aaron’s gentle handling of me only made the guilt worse.

“Give me a number, please.”

“It’s around five.” I knew better than to keep the truth from him, and he would see it in my face. “I don’t need medicine.”

“I couldn’t give you anything yesterday because of the suspected concussion, but I had an anti-inflammatory medication called in to the pharmacy. It will also help with the pain, but it’s not a narcotic.” Aaron set two packets down on the coffee table and had a pair of purple latex gloves on. I eyed the shiny silver packets.

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