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“Bye!” Pippa waved wildly and not at all like she imagined a royal might wave as the car drove off.
“Come on, Little girl. Time to leave.” She let Ian lead her inside the jet. He helped her into a really comfortable seat before taking one across the aisle. Jack sat in front of her. Jameson in front of Ian.
Then they were off. Ian kept hold of her hand the entire time. When they leveled off, Ian let go of her before standing and undoing her seatbelt. She looked up at him in question.
“Nap time.”
“I just woke up!” she protested, but she let him pick her up.
“And you barely slept. You’re still exhausted.” He carried her into the back room which was a bedroom.
This was the same jet that had flown her and Uncle Willy here.
She was so worried about him. What if he was still in the hospital? What if he wasn’t? Where would he be?
Why hadn’t she asked for the truth about him earlier? Guilt ate at her insides.
She’d accessed the work emails and sent him a message. She’d tried calling him as well. She had his number memorised. But he wasn’t answering. So she was stuck until she got a hold of her mum.
“I can hear you thinking,” Ian told her.
“You can’t hear someone think. That’s silly,” she said as he laid her down on the bed.
Jack walked in and handed her Ziggy. He set down a small bag down by the bed.
She grabbed hold of Ziggy, giving Jack a grateful smile. He winked at her. “Sleep tight, baby girl. I’m sure if you can’t go off to sleep, that Ian will help you out.”
What did that mean?
Ian just shook his head and searched through the bag, pulling out the dummy and bottle from yesterday. Ooh. She hadn’t tried the dummy yet.
He grabbed a bottled protein drink from the small fridge and poured it into the baby’s bottle.
“I could just drink from the other bottle, Daddy,” she told him.
“No, I think this will help you sleep. And besides, I like doing this for you.”
She liked it too.
Ian shook the baby bottle and put it and the dummy on the side table.
“Let’s get you more comfortable.” Ian drew out her favorite pajamas, which were the ones he’d bought for her. He stripped her naked except for her knickers. When she tried to help, he gave her hand a light smack.
“No. Little girls don’t help.” After dressing her in the silky pajamas, he drew back the covers.
To her surprise, he climbed in next to her. Then, sitting against the headboard, he drew her in against him and pressed the nipple of the bottle to her lips.
She opened her lips and started to suck. As the seconds ticked by, she could feel herself getting sleepy.
The nipple disappeared only to be replaced by the dummy. She let out a noise of discontent, pulling it out and replacing it with her thumb as he carefully laid her down.
“No, take your dummy,” he told her.
“No.” She pushed her thumb back into her mouth.
“Little girl, you’re going to be in so much trouble once you’re healthy enough to be punished again.”
Yeah. That sounded like a problem for future-Maggie.
