Page 138 of Broken Daddy
“Eek!” she cried.
“Sorry if my hands are cold, baby,” he told her.
She wasn’t in shock over cold hands.
“You just pulled my panties down.”
“Yep. Can’t pee with them on.”
Well, no.
But . . .
“I could have done that.”
“How?” he asked calmly.
Damn. He had a point.
“Sit, Devi. No more arguing. You need to pee and if you don’t, I’m going to take drastic measures.”
Considering he’d already threatened her with diapers, she was pretty certain she didn’t want to know what he considered ‘drastic measures’ to be.
“You really need to go,” she told him as she sat on the toilet with his help.
“Not happening, baby. And you need to get used to me helping you. Now, pee.” He stepped away and turned on the tap at the sink.
Gratitude filled her for his thoughtfulness. Even as she cursed him for being a bossy caveman.
Really? She had to get used to him helping her? What the heck? Why did he think he got to be in charge of her?
Well, you did like it earlier when he took charge.
Yes, but she’d chosen to give him control. This was different.
Yeah.
And you still liked it. You just don’t want to admit it.
She pushed her thoughts aside as she peed with relief.
“Damn. Long pee. How long were you holding that in?” he asked with a frown as she attempted to grab some toilet paper.
He walked over and grabbed some out for her.
“Hayes!” she squealed.
“What?”
“You’re not supposed to comment on someone’s pee.”
“Why is that?” He raised an eyebrow.
“B-because pee is gross?” she said it like a question without meaning to. “People don’t talk about going to the toilet.”
He snorted. “You have a brother. You know that’s not true. Nothing young boys like more than talking about toilet stuff.”
“That’s kids. Not grown adults. And will you please give me that toilet paper?” She eyed the folded up paper in his big hand.
