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“No,” she said softly.
His eyebrows rose as he looked at her. “No?”
She shook her head slowly again. There was no way she was going to take that medicine. What Little would?
“Be a good girl for Daddy and take your medicine,” Miles said. “It's one of Daddy’s rules about being healthy and you wouldn't want to break a rule, right?”
Storm thought about it for a second. She really didn't want to take the medicine, but she didn't want to break a rule. She hated to break rules.
Opening her mouth, she waited as Miles dumped the medicine into her mouth. She quickly swallowed the medicine and made grabby hands toward the sippy cup Miles was holding. She needed to get this taste out of her mouth.
“Such a good girl,” he praised her.
She couldn't help as her cheeks heated up. She loved being called a good girl. It made her tingly inside.
Everything felt surreal right now. Storm couldn't believe Miles was here, being her Daddy while she was sick. Never in her life did she imagine this was going to happen.
She was soaking it up because she didn't know when or if she was ever going to get this again. She was sad at the thought of never having a Daddy after this. Being sick wasn't going to last forever and she knew it. A day or two and Miles would be gone.
One side of her didn't want to get used to having a Daddy but the other side of her wanted to soak everything up as much as possible. It was tough. She didn't know what to do and right now, she really didn't want to think about it.
“What are you thinking about?” Miles asked.
“How I don't want to be sick anymore,” she lied.
He had said when he walked in that he was only going to be her Daddy until she got better. Storm didn't want to make him feel obligated, like he had to stay longer. It wasn't her place.
“Hmm, well, I'll do everything in my power to help you get better as soon as possible,” he said.
She didn't want that. She wanted him to stay here for as long as possible to take care of her. But she knew that wasn't a reality. He had work to do, whatever he did, and he couldn't put that off just because she was sick.
“Now, I want all this water gone before I finish making the chicken noodle soup,” Miles said as he stood up. “Do you want anything else with the soup?”
She shook her head slowly. Chicken noodle soup sounded amazing right now and she couldn't wait to eat it.
“Okay. Be a good girl and drink all that water before I bring in the food. We need to keep you hydrated so your body can heal,” he explained. “No leaving the couch. If you need anything, you let me know.”
She slightly nodded her head and watched as he walked out of the living room and to the kitchen.
Storm brought the sippy cup up to her lips and started to drink, letting the cold water soothe her throat. She didn't mind drinking water, but it definitely wasn't her favorite. Sweet tea was her favorite and she could drink gallons and gallons a day.
She knew it wasn't healthy to drink a lot of sweet tea because it was sugary and had lots of calories, but she couldn't really bring herself to care. Why deny herself something she loved?
After finishing the sippy cup of water, she set it down on the table and tried to relax. It was hard to relax when she felt so icky. It made her uncomfortable, the uncomfortable you can't get away from.
Pressure started to build in her bladder, and she knew she needed to go to the bathroom sooner rather than later. Moving slower didn't help. If anything, it made it worse.
Storm slowly got up from the couch and started to walk toward the bathroom.
“Where do you think you're going?” Miles asked.
“Bathroom,” she mumbled.
“Did Daddy say you could get up from the couch?”
She looked at him with her mouth open wide. Did he really just say that? Was he serious?
“I believe I told you that you couldn't leave the couch and if you needed anything to tell me. It seems my Little girl doesn't like to follow rules,” he said.
