Page 58 of Power Play Daddies
She looks away, chewing on her lip. Her voice is small. “I haven’t told anyone else yet.”
“When?” My voice is rough. I clear my throat. “When did you find out?”
She wraps her arms around herself like she’s trying to hold it all together. “This afternoon.”
“Fuck.” It slips out, sharp and unfiltered, but I can’t pull it back. “Daisy?—”
“I know,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “This… this isn’t the right time.” Her eyes glisten, and just like that, she’s unraveling in front of me. “I don’t know what to do, Kieran.”
“Hey.” I close the space between us, pulling her into my arms. She fits against me, trembling.
I can feel her breathing, shallow and quick. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
She doesn’t hold back the tears this time. They soak into my shirt as she cries, her words muffled against my chest.
“I’m so scared. I didn’t plan this. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
I run a hand up and down her back, trying to soothe her. My mind’s racing, but I don’t say a word. Not yet.
I just let her cry until she starts to settle. When her sobs turn to quiet sniffles, I kiss the top of her head.
“How about we get out of here?” I murmur.
She nods, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “Yeah.”
“Can I… be there for you tonight?” I ask.
My voice softens, like I’m asking for something fragile. Something that could shatter.
Another nod. “Yeah.”
“Good.” I tuck a strand of her copper hair behind her ear. “You hungry? How about tacos? We can hit that spot from last time.”
She hesitates, then shakes her head. “I can hardly keep anything down.”
“All right.” I shift, keeping one arm around her. “What do you want to eat? Name it. We’ll scour the whole damn city if we have to.”
A faint smile tugs at her lips. It’s small, but it’s there. “We can try the tacos.”
“Deal.” Relief washes over me seeing that hint of a smile. “And hey, you know what the best part of the day after a game is?”
“What?”
“No practice. Which means we’ve got all night to find what you’re craving.”
She laughs, just a little, and whispers, “Thank you.”
“For what?” I tilt my head, genuinely curious.
“For not freaking out.” Her voice is steady, though her gaze is hesitant.
I grin, leaning in. “Can I kiss you?”
Her breath hitches. “If you want to.”
“Of course I want to.” I don’t waste a second. My lips find hers, gentle at first, then deeper.
She tastes sweet, warm. I part her lips, dipping my tongue in to taste more. She smiles into the kiss, and damn, it does something to me.
