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“Sorry, baby.” He put the basket down on the bed and leaned in to kiss her forehead.
Fuck. He wished he could kiss her properly.
As soon as she was better.
“I didn’t mean to worry you,” he soothed. “I was talking to Derek.”
“He was here? What’s that?” She pointed to the basket.
“It’s something for you.”
She reached for it, but he lightly smacked her hands. “Uh-uh.”
“What? Why can’t I have it? It’s mine.”
“First, you need to use the toilet,” he told her.
“I don’t!”
He gave her a knowing look.
“Okay, maybe I do. But I can hold on.”
“Holding on isn’t good for you. Come along, baby.” He picked her up, settling her against his chest.
“But, Daddy!” She reached for the basket.
“Do you want me to put it away? I can bring it out later once you’ve remembered to listen to Daddy. Also, I think if you’re well enough to be naughty, then you’re well enough to spend some time in the corner.”
“What? Nooo, that’s just mean.”
He just waited.
“Sorry, Daddy. I will wait until after I use the toilet.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“It was really, really hard. That basket looks fun. Where did you get it?” She pestered him with questions as she used the toilet.
“It’s from Derek. Apparently, his girl and some of her friends heard you weren’t feeling well and put it together.”
She gaped at him as he drew her off the toilet and righted her clothing. After breakfast, he’d changed her into another onesie that he’d bought her. This one was bumblebee-themed too.
“They-they did that for me?” she asked.
He lifted her onto the counter so she faced him, then stepped between her legs.
“Why wouldn’t they do that, Bumblebee?” he asked in a soft voice.
“I don’t know. I don’t know them. They don’t… I mean, why would they do that?”
“Because they’re nice people? Who feel bad that you’re stuck in your room, sick, when it’s your holiday? Because you’re a good person who deserves for good things to happen?”
She stared at him in shock. As though she couldn’t understand what he was saying.
“Tell me you know you’re a good person who deserves good things to happen to her,” he pressed.
“Good things don’t happen to me, though. I mean, other than getting to tour with you and the others. I don’t… those sorts of things don’t happen to people like me.”
