Page 8 of Daddy's Little Fighter
Frankie pulled the blanket over her head again, ignoring his last comment. She felt his arms wrap around her, holding her close as he readjusted the blanket to cover her and lifting her. Was it overkill? Probably, but it made Frankie feel better.
“Finn is going to prop the door open, but he won’t be near when we walk in,” Daddy informed her. “I can’t open the door safely while I’m holding you, and I don’t want either one of us to get hurt.”
Her whole body was shaking with anticipation as Daddy started to walk. This was getting to be too much for her, but she was here, and they couldn’t go home now. Daddy wouldn’t let her drive, and he had to be in there, talking to people.
“You’re okay,” Daddy whispered. “Take a deep breath in for me.”
She followed his instructions, but she still felt herself starting to panic. She was out of the house, and anyone could see her right now.
The cameras.
Anyone would be able to look at the footage of Daddy carrying her inside and see her shaking. No.
“Frankie,” Daddy gently spoke. “I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but we are not thinking that way. Nothing is going to happen. We are almost at my office, but you are not going to think about whatever you were just thinking about.”
That was a mouthful.
“Cameras,” she barely whispered.
“Only one person has access to the cameras, and they don’t monitor them all the time. I told them to step away so we could walk in. They are respecting our wishes,” Daddy replied. “You can take the blanket off. We are here, Little One.”
Frankie pulled the blanket down to see Daddy’s office. It hadn’t changed a bit. She knew Daddy didn’t work in the office anymore, but she figured something would have changed.
“Frankie? Are you okay?” Daddy asked as he sat her on the couch.
Frankie readjusted the blanket to place it over her lap and held onto it. “I’m okay.” Her voice was shaky as she said those words.
Was she really okay?
“Daddy is going to go talk to some people, but you let me know if you need anything. I have my phone on me, and I will answer it if you message or call me.” Daddy knelt in front of her. “Is that okay?”
Frankie wanted to say no, but she nodded instead. Daddy had work to do and he needed to leave the room because of her.
“Hey,” he cooed at her, cupping her face with his right hand. “Everything is going to be all right. I’m going to be in the next room, so I won’t be far.”
“I’m sorry,” she blurted out, letting the guilt overwhelm her.
She was causing him a lot more problems than he signed up for, but Frankie couldn’t help it. There were things she just couldn’t do, and being out in public was one of them. But she was here, and all she wanted to do was hide under his desk and never come out.
“Sorry for what?” Daddy asked.
Frankie shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it.
“We’re going to have a discussion about this when I get back.” He gave her a pointed look. “We have a lot of things to talk about.”
Nodding, she tried to relax as best she could on the couch, taking a deep breath and smiling at him.
“Daddy has to go right now, but I’ll be back soon.” He kissed her forehead. “If you need anything, call me, and I’ll come right back.”
“Otay,” she whispered.
Daddy stood to his full height, giving her one more look before walking out of his office, shutting the door behind him. Frankie looked around, trying to work out what she could do while she waited for him to come back.
“What am I going to do, Lita?” Frankie looked down at her stuffed pig. “I feel like my skin is on fire. I can’t get a full breath of air in my lungs.”
Frankie was starting to panic, and it wasn’t good. She was out of the house, where anyone could walk into the office and see her. There were over a dozen people in the club at one time, and even if they knew they weren’t supposed to enter Dadd’s office, they could still come.
“I don’t want anyone to see me,” she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes.
