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“It’s the most accurate, Bitty. If we have to go to the emergency room, I want to be able to give them the most accurate readings,” I explained.
I sat on the edge of the bed, pulled back the covers, and lifted her to lie across my lap. She was sobbing before she even made it all the way over. I pulled her panties—which had zombies eating ice cream cones printed on them—down just under her cheeks, dipped the thermometer into the jar of Vaseline, and slid it into her bottom.
“I don’t like it,” she sobbed.
I rubbed her back. “Shhh, I know, baby, I know.”
The thermometer beeped and I removed it. I pulled her panties back up, hoping that covering her bottom would ease some of her sobbing. Once I had her settled, I checked the reading. Too high at 102.6. Poor baby.
I tucked her back under the covers.
“Please don’t be sad, Bitty. It breaks my heart when you cry.”
“Y-you saw my b-butt.”
“I’ve seen a lot of butts. Remember the girl who ripped her pants sliding across the counter. She was nakey underneath them."
She smiled at the memory.
“That wasn’t m-my butt.”
I chuckled. “You’re right. None of the others were special to me like you are. They were just booties.”
Despite her mood, the word “booties” made her laugh. That’s what I had been hoping for.
“You’ve got a fever, baby. When was the last time you took something?”
“I took some of that orange stuff at the bar,” she answered with a pitiful, little sniffle.
I checked my watch. She had already been home for five hours, which meant she could have more cold medicine.
“I’m going to get you another dose, okay? You and Teefs can stay in my bed and watch the creepy clown movie.”
“What color medicine?” she asked suspiciously.
“The green one. It will help you sleep.”
“Noooo, it tastes like broken dreams and the tears of innocent children.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. She was too damn cute.
“Well, broken dreams and the tears of innocent children will help you feel better.”
“At what cost, though?” She tossed an arm over her head dramatically.
I shook my head at her antics before going downstairs to grab the medicine. I had a feeling she was going to be a handful tonight—more than usual.
“When did you decide you didn’t love me?” she yelled from my bed.
I laughed to myself. Silly Little girl. If only she knew the truth.
***
Dallas
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and tried to get my emotions under control. I was sad tonight. It wasn’t just from feeling sick. I was lonely. It was silly because I wasn’t alone in life. I was very blessed. I lived with Pike. I worked full-time with some amazing people. I had a great support system. But I didn’t have a Daddy, and that’s what my heart wanted.
One of my best friends, Reagan, just had the sweetest ceremony where she, her Daddy,andher Manny celebrated being a throuple. She had hidden her feelings for her Manny for a while before finally admitting them. She got her Happy Ever After, and I was elated for her. But I was sad for me. Her situation made me realize I would never get my own happy ending. I could never have the Daddy I really wanted because I wanted Pike. He was such a good man, but he only saw me as the eighteen-year-old he'd been responsible for. He'd never see me as a woman I had become.
