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“What? Brand, no.” Ahh shit. It was so hard to carry on a freaking conversation when she had to stop to cough so often.

Picking up the glass instead of the baby bottle filled with water that he’d appeared with, he handed it to her.

He wasn’t… he wasn’t going to help her with it.

Tears flowed down her face, and she sobbed, then coughed. Oh, she was a freaking mess.

“Hey, calm down.”

She couldn’t. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath. The glass slipped from her hand, spilling water everywhere.

Crap. Just crap.

Why couldn’t she do anything right?

“It’s all right. Baby, I have you. I have you.” To her shock, he gathered her up into his arms, holding her cradled against his chest with one arm under her ass.

With his free hand, he patted her back while bouncing up and down.

The shock of him bouncing her around like she was a baby actually helped break through the coughing fit. She managed to take one breath, then another.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Just calm down. You’re all right. You’re safe.”

He was taking care of her… just like a Daddy might with his Little girl.

And it felt so good.

So right.

She buried her face in his chest as her coughing fit died off, feeling her cheeks flame. She knew she had to look like a fright. And she didn’t feel ready to face him.

Right now, she just wanted to be held and coddled.

Like she was precious and special.

“Bumblebee?”

“No.”

“No?” he queried.

“I don’t wanna.”

“You don’t want to what?” he asked.

“Face reality.”

“What part of reality?”

“The part where I realize that I just started crying in front of you, then wiped my wet, snotty face on your shirt.”

“My shirt will wash.”

“Or that I hurt you,” she whispered.

He stilled. “I never said you hurt me.”

“You-you looked… shit!” She was croaky. Her throat hurt. Her head was spinning, and she felt like she could sleep for a hundred years when she’d only just woken up. “It’s not me, it’s you.”

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