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Miles didn't know if he could be her Daddy or not. His job was dangerous and that meant she would be in danger, too. He wanted a baby girl, a Little to cherish and love, but he also knew there were risks and he couldn’t put her at risk. If that meant him being alone forever so the person could be safe, so be it.
He couldn’t to do that to Storm. She didn't deserve it. If anything, Storm deserved to live a quiet peaceful life, and life with him wouldn't be quiet or peaceful.
A tiny part of him regretted joining the Ricci Crime Family. He knew what he was signing up for when he’d first joined. Nothing was wrong then. He didn't want a family or anything, just a casual fuck here and there.
But as he had gotten older, forty-five years old now, he realized he did want a significant other. Looking at his sister and her Daddy just made him want it even more.
He didn't know if it was possible to live this life and have a Little, and didn't know if he even wanted to try. What if she got hurt? What if he fell for someone and she found out who he was and what he did and didn't want to be near him anymore?
As he walked back into the living room, Storm stood up and looked right at him. Her hand flew up to her mouth and she looked slightly green. She was going to puke.
Miles ran over to where she stood, picked her up, and ran back to the bathroom where he placed her head over the toilet. He grabbed her hair to hold it back as she threw up. It wasn't long before she started to dry heave.
She didn't have anything in her stomach. Why would she? Her pantry didn’t have anything and that worried Miles.
When was the last time she’d had a full meal? When was the last time she had actually eaten?
“It's going to be okay,” he murmured. “Daddy's right here. I'm going to take care of you.”
She needed someone to look after her.Especially while she was sick.
She slumped into his arms as he helped her stand. With one arm wrapped around her, he maneuvered around the bathroom, grabbing her toothbrush and, with lots of difficulty, added toothpaste.
“Open up,” he said.
She didn't fight him as he carefully brushed her teeth. It looked like every small, little movement took all her energy. He was glad she wasn't fighting him while he took care of her. He had heard from his sister's Daddy, Michael, that she hated being told what to do.
His sister, Monroe, had gotten that from their mother. Mom hated to be told what to do, even if it benefited her.
But Storm wasn't like that right now. She complied and Miles wondered if she had been so starved of care that she was just soaking it up like a sponge.
The thought of nobody taking care of her made him a little mad. She should have somebody looking out for her and making sure she was drinking enough, eating enough, and living in a safe place. But it didn't seem like anybody was.
Or maybe nobody knew. Was she too prideful to ask for help or was there a bigger reason behind it?
“Spit,” he said as he leaned her over the sink.
She did as she was told and Miles loved every second of it. He wanted to take care of somebody. It made him feel wanted; like he was fulfilling something.
“Daddy's going to run you a cool bath to help with the fever,” he said. “Can you sit like a good girl on the toilet lid and not get up?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Miles placed her down on the toilet lid and got to work filling up the tub.
CHAPTER SEVEN
STORM
Storm was too exhausted to be embarrassed or self-conscious that he was going to see her naked. His voice was so calm and even, she didn't even think to panic.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about taking a cool bath. She knew she had a fever, but also knew she was going to be freezing cold after. Managing her body heat was a never-ending battle.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded her head and watched as he started to pull at her shirt.
“If at any point you get uncomfortable, you let me know. I would rather not leave you but it's a cool bath, so I don't expect you to pass out,” he said.
