Page 3 of Daddy's Little Fighter
Just go up to them and ask them to move.
Clearing her throat, she gained the attention of the group.
“Ex-excuse me,” she stuttered. “I ne-need the butt-butter.”
“She just said butt.” Aa boy giggled and pointed at her, which made all the other little kids laugh.
Where were their mothers or fathers? Why were they here all alone?
Frankie would normally laugh with them, but the nerves were overpowering everything. She needed Daddy here with her, but he was at home where she had told him to be.
How could have thought she could do this on her own? She wasn’t strong enough for this. Not when kids were involved. While a lot of them had been super nice to her, there were a couple that couldn’t let her tremors go and made it a huge deal.
But these kids hadn’t done that yet. They hadn’t said anything about her hands shaking to Frankie yet.
“Pl-please,” Frankie stuttered.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before looking at the kids in front of her. They were staring at her, not taking their eyes off her for several seconds. Frankie shuffled as she waited for them to move.
Were they going to?
Finally, the little boy moved out of the way, and Frankie reached to grab two packs of butter.
“Why are her hands shaking?” a little boy asked.
“Her whole body looks like it’s shaking,” a higher voice pointed out.
Flinching, she sucked in a breath as she grabbed the butter.
Just ignore them.
That is what Frankie needed to do. Ignore them and move on. She had what she needed, and now she had to get home so she could bake them really quickly before work.
“She looks like someone who is getting electrocuted.” The little boy giggled as he demonstrated what she looked like.
Looking down at her hands, she realized they were tremoring really badly. The kids started to laugh as they pointed at her, their cruelness shaking their whole bodies. Frankie looked around and realized several people were looking at the scene in front of them.
After dropping the butter, she ran out of the store and straight to her car. She didn’t look where she was going as she ran through the parking lot, and before she knew it, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her chest into someone.
“Wow,” a deep voice rumbled. “You need to watch where you’re going or else the car would have hit you.”
But Frankie didn’t care and didn’t see the car. She needed to get away from everyone and hide. How could she not have seen what she looked like when she shook?
“Frankie?” the man called out her name.
Looking up, she realized Dominic was holding her against his chest.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Why are you crying?”
She hadn’t even realized she was crying, but that didn’t matter. Pushing against his hold, Frankie tried to get away from him, but he tightened his arm around her.
“No, you are not leaving. Where is your Daddy?”
That simple question made Frankie break down, going limp into Dominic’s body. She cried as all the emotions whooshed out of her. She should never have gone to the store without Daddy. She should never have gone out in public, period.
“I’m calling your Daddy,” Dominic gently said as he held onto her. “Let’s go sit somewhere quiet.”
It didn’t take long for Dominic to get her into his car before phoning her Daddy. She hid in the passenger seat, trying to stop herself from shaking but failing miserably. What was she thinking?
