Page 152 of Broken Daddy
The future was a really scary place right now. And maybe if she knew how to slip into Little headspace then she really would be able to live in the now.
“Does this help?” he asked as she hugged Coco tight with her good arm.
“I don’t know. I’ve tried to slip into Little headspace when I lived with Rohan and I knew that no one would be around. But I was never that successful and in this place, well, I . . .”
“It doesn’t feel private and safe. I get that. But Daddy will make it as safe as he can. No one will come into the bathroom. I’ll let Donovan know that we don’t want to be disturbed for the next hour. Do you think that will help?”
“Maybe,” she told him.
“Let’s see what I can do to help. Give me a few minutes. Stay in that bed.”
“Yes, Sir!”
“That’s yes, Daddy, to you.”
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Hayes turned back to his girl after speaking briefly to Donovan. The other guy liked to joke around but Hayes knew he took his job seriously.
Fuck.
Every time he looked at her in that hospital bed, hurt and so fucking small, it was like a knife being stabbed into his gut.
And it made him so damn angry he could hardly breathe.
Nobody would touch her like that again.
No one.
He’d nearly left, but nothing felt right without her.
If he lost Devi after losing May . . . yeah, he wouldn’t survive that. But he decided that he also couldn’t live alone anymore. Either way, his life would be dark and soulless.
Devi lit up his life, as cheesy as it sounded. And there was no going back now. There was no returning to the way his life had been.
All he could do was make sure that nothing happened to her.
Yeah, he was going to be one overprotective bastard.
Should he tell her all this? She was dealing with enough right now, though.
Something was different with her. There was a darkness in her face that had never been there before.
Overloading her was a real possibility and he didn’t want to do that. All of that could wait until she was in a better headspace.
“Come on, baby girl. Let Daddy get you cleaned up.”
She sucked in a breath, then nodded. “Okay.”
“Good girl.” The trust she was giving him made him feel light.
Drawing back the blankets, he lifted her carefully into his arms.
“I can walk,” she told him.
“You tried to walk last night and fell on your ass. You’ve probably got a bruised butt.”
“I do not! And I was just a bit light-headed. I’m fine now.”
