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He’d wake her up in a minute. First, he searched out his phone. She’d hidden it, but he knew all her hiding places. He found it in her underwear drawer.
There were several messages that he went through, finally reading the latest one from Damon.
Damon: I’ve taken the men away for the day. I’ll keep them out late. Make sure Millie rests. I found her sitting at the top of the stairs, pale and shaking. Didn’t like it. Told her that if she doesn’t look after herself that I’m bringing you all to stay with me and I’ll take care of her.
Like fuck he would. Spike appreciated him looking out for his girl.
But that was Spike’s job.
Spike: I have her. Appreciate your help. Not needed.
Right. It was time for things to change.
Millie woke up as she was jostled.
“Nooo, I don’t wants to go to school today.”
A chuckle hit her ears. “No school for you, baby doll.”
“Oh good. Wants to sleep.”
“That’s good, since that’s all you’re doing today.”
Wait. Who was that?
As she was placed down on her back, she opened her eyes, staring up into Spike’s worried face. She smiled.
“Daddy! I loves you.”
“I love you too.”
Then she frowned at how pale he looked. Suddenly, she realized that she was in bed. She hadn’t gone to sleep in the bed.
With a gasp, she sat up. “You carried me!”
“Yeah. Because you were sleeping in a damn chair. That’s not happening, baby doll.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” she said worriedly. She knew how he felt about her sleeping in chairs. “And you shouldn’t be carrying me.”
“I’m fine,” he told her.
Sure he was. Only problem was, he was pale and looked like he was in pain.
“Right now, the person I’m worried most about is you,” he added.
“Me? But Daddy, I’m good. I wasn’t in a car accident. I don’t have a concussion.”
“But you’re running yourself ragged. You’re exhausted and you’re going to end up with a migraine or passing out if you continue. Then you’ll be in the hospital.”
“That won’t happen.”
“Damon texted me.”
“Rats. That tattletale. Wait until I see him again.” She thumped her fist against her hand. “Snitches get stitches.”
“He did the right thing and you know it.” He pointed a finger at her. “You’re spending the day in bed.”
“What? I can’t!”
