“Sh, baby. I’m just going to put you to bed.”
“Oh.”
“Can you go potty for me?”
She felt herself being lowered then something cool and hard under her and realized she was now sitting on the toilet.
“Daddy! I can do this on my own.” The childish note in her voice wasn’t really helping her case.
“Baby, you’re half-asleep. I’m not leaving you. But I’ll turn on the tap.”
To her surprise, she found she could go with him in the room with her. Jeez, what happened to keeping a few secrets between them?
“I’m killing the romance,” she muttered as she cleaned herself up quickly before he could help.
He snorted. “Not sure you’re understanding the sort of relationship I enjoy, baby. The more things I can do for you, to help you, the more satisfaction and enjoyment I get. I’ll give you all the romance your little heart desires, but at the end of the day, Daddy just wants to take care of his little girl. That’s what fills my bucket.”
“Fills your bucket?” she asked as he helped her up and led her over to the sink. She let him wash her hands. Hell, who was she kidding? She could barely hold herself up. She wasn’t letting him do anything.
“Something Nan used to say. About how when I was around, her bucket was full. Of love,” he added.
“That’s so sweet.”
He lifted her up, but instead of carrying her bridal style, he settled them chest to chest with his arm settled under her ass. She snuggled into him as he walked into his bedroom.
Could things get more perfect?
12
She woke up alone.
Yawning, Gigi looked over at the space where Macca slept last night. She’d never slept as well in her life as she did with Macca curled up around her, protecting her. She sat up, wondering where he was. Then she noticed the bottle of water and note on her bedside table.
Sweet pea,
I’ve gone for a run before it gets too hot. Stay in bed and have a lie-in until I get back.
Also, drink your water.
Daddy xoxo
Warmth filled her belly, even as she rolled her eyes at his bossy note. Still, she picked up the water and took a few gulps. Surprise filled her at the taste and she took note of the pieces of cucumber floating in the bottle. Well, who knew cucumber could taste so good in water?
She climbed out of bed. She didn’t care what he said, she had to get up to pee. After she used the toilet and washed her hands, she stood in front of the mirror. Still too pale. Washed out. Too thin. Although with the way he kept feeding her that might not be the case for long.
She turned her back to the mirror and lifted her nightie up, craning her neck to study her bottom. It felt a little tender but nothing major and it looked like normal. She dropped the nightgown and then realized she hadn’t brushed her teeth last night. Gross.
Her stuff was in here since this was the main family bathroom. She quickly brushed her teeth and her hair then washed her face. Okay, she felt a bit more decent now. She’d feel even better after a shower.
Macca would have a fit if she had a shower when he wasn’t here, though. He was a little bit overprotective. She didn’t want to make him mad. Or worse, make him worry. She could wait until he returned.
She was just climbing back into bed when she heard the front door shut. Then he appeared in the doorway.
Holy shit.
He ran without a shirt on? All those tanned muscles on display. And the guy was built.
Holy. Shit.