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She smiled great big at him. “I feels funny,” she whispered.
Everyone started to laugh and she looked at them, confused.
“You’re on some pretty high pain meds right now,” Angelo said. “It’ll go away in a couple hours. In the meantime, you’ll be staying here as we monitor your heart and make sure you get all the medicine you need before you can go home with your Daddy.”
Storm had stopped paying attention halfway through him talking. Grabbing her Daddy’s hand, she snuggled up to it and Dandy and closed her eyes, relaxing.
CHAPTER FORTY
STORM
Two days had passed since Storm was released from the compound and headed back home. It was a weird feeling.
Storm hadn’t even realized she’d started to call his house her home until they left the compound the second time. She remembered thinking it in her mind, or at least she thought she did. When she reopened her stitches after seeing those fingers lying on the ground, everything was a blur. Some things she thought happened didn’t actually happen, and she didn’t know what to believe.
She had been struggling the past couple days on knowing if she should call him Daddy or Miles. Storm briefly remembered calling him Daddy several times, but part of her was nervous it wasn’t actually her saying it.
Which didn’t make any sense. Or she thought it didn’t.
It felt right to call him Daddy but when she had, she had been under a lot of drugs or pain. Anything would’ve sounded right in her mind. She was seeking comfort at those moments, her Little no doubt at the surface.
Even when she was in pain, hiding behind the chair, she could remember thinking about wanting him to just take control. To be her Daddy and take all the stress and thinking away from her.
Part of her still wanted that.
She didn’t want to have to think about this, but knew it was important. She needed to figure it out so she knew what to do.
Storm had thought about calling Hedda and asking her if she could come over so they could talk. She needed someone to listen and maybe give some advice, and the only person she knew that wasn’t Miles was Hedda.
Maybe once she was fully healed, she could meet some of Hedda’s friends and maybe get to know Felix, her coworker, more.
“Stormy?” Daddy, Miles, said as he walked into the room.
She really needed to figure out what she was going to call him so she didn’t have to say Miles and Daddy each time she thought about him. It was going to get exhausting thinking about both names instead of just one.
Calling him Miles didn’t bother her, but it didn’t have the same feeling as calling him Daddy. He called to her Little and brought her out. She felt comfortable around him and the thought of him being her Daddy wasn’t a bad idea.
“Stormy,” he said. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“What about my job?” she blurted out.
The thought of Felix made her remember she did have a job. A job she hadn’t been to in weeks.
Regret filled his face and she knew it wasn’t good.
“I’m sorry. Hedda went in and tried to explain it to the manager and the owner of the bookstore, but they let you go,” he said.
Her shoulders sagged at the news. She figured after weeks of not showing up and not giving them a reason why, they would fire her.
“I can go talk to them and get your job back,” he said.
She shook her head. Maybe it was time for her to find something else. Even though she loved working at the bookstore, maybe this was the push she needed to find something new.
“I’ll build you a bookstore. You can own it and employ whoever you want,” he said. “I’ll call my contractor in a couple of minutes and find some property.”
“No,” she said. “You don’t need to do that. I’ll just find something else.”
She didn’t know what she would find or what she would even be good at. She didn’t have a college degree, so her options were limited.
