Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Better a thermometer than medicine, because you can’t swallow.”
Astonished, she stared at him. Her mouth opened several times and closed without a single word coming out. Finally, she pulled herself together enough to ask, “They make medicine that goes in your butt?”
“Lots of them. For things like nausea and many other symptoms. Your rectum absorbs important nutrients. You, kitten, will start getting a vitamin as soon as I get one formulated. Your immune system obviously needs a boost.”
“In my butt?” She could only focus on that part.
“You’re repeating yourself, kitten. Lie back.” Zale helped her move into position and pulled her leggings and panties down to mid-thigh. “Now, onto your side. Face the wall. Can you find the secret message Daddy left you?”
She immediately spotted a heart. Squinting, she could make out the I love you written on the shape.
As she did this, Zale took advantage of her distraction. He bent her legs at a ninety-degree angle before opening that forbidden drawer below her. The click of a lid opening made her peek over her shoulder. “None of that,” he corrected her and rolled her back into position. Zale swiftly wrapped a thick band across her torso and attached it to the far side of the table.
She tested the restraint and found herself firmly held in place. Pippa closed her eyes as he lifted her top buttock to expose her entrance. Wiped out completely by whatever bug she’d picked up, she didn’t have any energy to fight.
“Are you going to make me better?” she whined and coughed again.
“I’m going to do my best, kitten. Sorry, this lubricant is cold,” he warned when she jumped as he spread the cool substance over her small entrance. “It will get better fast.”
She shivered as the chill moved inside her on his finger. Zale spread it liberally around before removing his finger and inserting the thick thermometer. He pressed it deep inside her and cupped his hand over the end. The feel of his hand cupping her bottom made this so intimate.
“You are being so good, kitten. Thank you. I’m worried about you.”
She peeked over her shoulder to see him watching her with a concerned expression. She’d seen him stitch up a small, deep cut on Max’s finger when he stabbed a shard of glass into his skin. No one had known a couple of beer bottles had shattered inside the cooler. Zale had put the two necessary stitches in with impressive efficiency as the guys had kidded around. There hadn’t been a lick of worry on his face.
Her sickness was obviously completely different. That thought made her relax on the table. He was going to take care of her and help her body heal.
“That’s it, Pippa. Leave it all to Daddy.”
Pippa was almost asleep when he removed the thermometer. The silence that followed made her peek back at him again.
“You’re running a fever, little girl. I have some fever reliever here. There are certain medicines I suggest all Daddies have.”
She nodded and opened her mouth to take the tablets.
“This is a liquid that goes in your bottom, kitten. It will just take a minute.”
Liquid gushed into her bottom. Pippa tightened her bottom muscles automatically to keep from making a mess.
“That’s a good girl. That’s going to make you sleepy quickly. Let’s get you safe in bed. Daddy will take care of everything.” He lifted her into his strong arms and carried her to her crib. “Close your eyes, little girl.”
After snuggling into the soft bedclothes, she followed his directions and drifted off quickly. She roused a couple of times as he adjusted her clothing and then when he settled her under the softest blanket ever.
“Sleep, kitten. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Filtered light dimly illuminated the beautiful walls of the nursery when she blinked her eyes open. Pippa rubbed her chin on the soft blanket as she looked around, trying to remember how she got there. Her gaze landed on her daddy sitting close by. His computer was open on his lap.
“Daddy?” she croaked and was instantly appalled at the harsh sound of her voice.
“Hi, kitten. Did you have a good nap?” he asked, closing the lid and setting the laptop on the floor.
She nodded as he stood and walked to the side of the crib. Still feeling lousy, she held out her arms to him.
“Come here, little girl.” Zale scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the oversized rocking chair. Sitting back down, he cradled her in his arms as he set the chair in motion.
Pippa sighed and rested her cheek on his shoulder. There was no better place than in her daddy’s lap. A racking cough erupted from her, disrupting her peace. Tears gathered in her eyes. This was miserable.
He sat her up a bit more and rubbed her back. When the hacking fit passed, he leaned sideways to pick up a sippy cup and held it to her lip. “Drink, little girl.”