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Sadly, it's not something I can do right now. It's not something I might ever get to do.

I have to hope and believe the system Monty works in is going to take care of this for us. If it doesn't, then maybe a civil court battle will.

His recovery is my primary focus. Not only does his body need healing, but his heart does too. Together, his Daddy and his princess are going to help them through it.

CHAPTER 22

DANNY

Two days into Monty's bed rest, things get tense. More tense than the first day when he threw a fit, and Daddy had to put him in his place.

I hate watching the two of them go head-to-head. It feels wrong in every way.

We knew Monty was a brat. It's been part of the whole thing between us. But knowing it and seeing it are two different things. And more than that, I know his bratty behavior is the result of the amount of pain he's in. It breaks my heart to know I can't do anything for him.

On top of that, there's Micah and my work responsibilities. I want to be there for him, yet my mind won't let me. I'm overstimulated with my thoughts. So much so I can barely function.

I'm in the kitchen trying to make a sandwich. I have everything laid out on the counter to do it; however, I can't seem to move. Staring at the ingredients, I wish someone would come to take care of it for me.

I don't want to be responsible anymore.

I don't want to make decisions.

I don't want to know about pain medicine times or when someone needs to be helped to the bathroom or anything.

I just want some time to be empty.

“Then we'll give you time.” Daddy's voice startles me. I spin around to find him standing behind me. He's leaning against the counter, his arms crossed and his gaze firm.

"What?" I ask, confused at his words.

"You said you wanted time to be free. You said you didn't want to have to think."

My eyes widen as I realize my internal thoughts had become external sounds. It's not the first time it's happened. It’s never been quite this inconvenient.

I close my eyes tight hoping this is a dream. Maybe I'll wake up to find everything is back to what it was.

Daddy's hands cupping my face has me reopening my eyes in haste. “Don't be embarrassed, Princess. I understand not knowing what to do and feeling overwhelmed. Daddy can handle it. I know who to call and what to do. It's simple enough because I'm up for the challenge. But my sweet princess isn't built like that, is he?”

I shake my head slowly and bite my lip. He tugs it free, then rubs gently over the area where I'm nibbling.

“Don't hurt my princess,” he coos before pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose.

When he stands again, I'm mush in his hands. Quite literally because I feel boneless when he's this way. It’s like everything makes sense. Like we were all meant to be together from the start.

“Why don't we set up a corner of the bedroom to be a play area for you? That way, you'll still be close to Monty since I know you don't want to leave him alone. But you also have time to just be you. How does that sound?”

I move as if to bite my lip again, a far too common habit for me. At Daddy's sharp gaze, I stop. "Yes, please, Daddy," I say.

His thumbs swipe at my cheeks as he smiles. "Good boy," he tells me.

No wonder Monty likes those words.

I light up at the compliment. He steps away from me, leaving me cold for a moment before he takes my hand and leads me back toward the bedroom. I look over my shoulder at the ingredients as my stomach rumbles.

"Don't worry, Princess. I'll feed you as well. Right now, I need you to get into the room so I can get your play area set up first."

When we reach the bedroom, Monty is propped up on the bed, same as he's been every time I've seen him. His gaze is locked on the TV. It's playing some animated show about skateboarders. I'm not sure why he's watching it because the scowl he's giving the TV is scary.

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