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It took her several seconds to realize what she was in, but once she did, a gasp fell through her lips and she glared at Miles.
How dare he put her in a highchair!
“Let me out!” she yelled.
“No,” he said.
“Let me out now! I don’t need to be in here!” she screamed, hitting her hand on the tray. A brief shot of pain went through her stomach as the stitches stretched in a way they shouldn’t have.
Miles quickly grabbed her chin and held her face still. Their eyes connected.
“Settle down,” he commanded. “You don’t want to rip out your stitches.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and continued to glare at him. Miles let go of her chin and stepped back, looking over her whole body.
She didn’t like this one bit.
“Are you done?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
MILES
Miles grabbed her chin once again. He knew Storm didn’t want to be here, but she was eventually going to realize he didn’t care.
Storm was his.
No one could do anything about that. Not even her.
If they tried, they would have to go through him and he didn’t think anyone would be able to do that. No one would dare try if they knew who he was and who he worked for. They would be stupid if they tried anything and knew who he or Rogan were.
“No pouting or crossing your arms,” he said. “It’s not going to do you any good.”
She continued to look at him, still pouting. Did she not know it wasn’t going to affect him at all? Hedda had tried that so many times on him whenever she was Little and it still didn’t work.
When Storm had fallen asleep, Miles had walked over and watched her. It was one of the times he could and she wouldn’t say anything. It was peaceful.
And when he woke her up.
She must have been dreaming about something good. The little moans and whimpers that came out of her mouth as he tried to wake her up?
Heaven.
He could listen to those sounds all day long.
Miles was impossibly hard as he slowly woke her up and carried her into the dining room where her highchair was. He didn’t have a lot of things in his house, but he made sure he had a highchair and a crib brought here before they arrived.
He wanted to be prepared and have a couple things here for her and her Little. He wanted to take care of her because Storm was his.
“No,” she whispered.
“It’s for your own good. You need to eat to nourish your body so it can heal. With no food in you, you aren’t going to heal as fast and we don’t want that, do we?”
He knew the answer. No one wanted to heal slowly. It was miserable but she could avoid that if she got plenty of sleep, ate, and let him take care of her.
In that time, he was going to prove to her he truly cared about her and that he was the best Daddy for her.
She stayed silent for a second before she opened her mouth again. He hoped she would agree with him and let him feed her, but he knew she wasn’t going to be that easy.
