Page 182 of Broken Daddy
Not to mention that she was injured and possibly in danger.
It made his instincts go into hyperdrive.
“Hey, what’s going on? Why’re you pacing up and down the hallways like a bear with a sore paw. Where’s Devi?”
“Bathroom.”
Donovan’s face twisted into sympathy. “Too much junk food? Been there, done that. She need some medication to stop her up?”
Hayes gaped at him. What was he . . . oh. “I don’t think she’s having those kinds of problems.”
Well, what did he know, though? She could be and he was out here twisting his fingers together.
“Just go and get some more water for her, will you?” he grumbled.
“Say please,” Donovan said with a grin.
“I’ll say please by sticking my boot up your ass,” he grumbled.
“Aww, that’s a kind offer, but fisting isn’t really my thing. And I’m not into grouchy, older guys.”
“Donovan!” he snapped.
“Going, going, sheesh.”
Hayes took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Stop acting like a grumpy asshole and do what you need to do to help her.
He knocked on the door. “Devi? You okay, baby?”
Was that a sniffle? Was she crying?
Right. That was it. “I’m coming in.”
“No, wait!” she cried as he walked in to find her stuffing toilet paper into her panties.
What the heck?
Her face was bright red and there were fat tears running down her cheeks. He fucking hated that she looked so miserable.
“Baby, what’s going on? What’s wrong?” he asked as he made sure the door was closed and locked behind him. “What are you doing?”
“I, um, God, this is ridiculous. I need to go and buy myself some products.”
Products? What was she talking about?
Oh.
Suddenly it clicked. But why hadn’t she just asked him? Then he thought about that for a moment. Devi wasn’t like May who would have just bluntly told him that she needed sanitary products. She’d grown up with a mom and two older sisters.
Who had Devi had? Had her mom still been alive when she’d gotten her period? Who got stuff for her after she died?
You need to tread carefully.
Yes, thanks for pointing out the obvious, weird voice in my head that sounds like my dead wife.
He instantly felt terrible for speaking that way to May.
