Page 10 of Awakening His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #17)

Chapter 10

Joe

This night is taking forever, and I have a very uncomfortable feeling in my chest. I was in such a hurry to get to him that I didn’t stop home to get my pump.

We’re obviously going to the cabin tonight because it would just be cruel to make him drive an hour and a half instead of the thirty minutes it takes to get to the cabin. Maybe once I get him home and asleep, I can try to squeeze some out in the shower, and I’ll order a new pump, next-day shipping.

Unless the snow screws me. I check the window and it’s still clear.

“I’m sorry. For dragging you here.”

“I already told you it’s not a problem, and I’m sorry that you’re not feeling well.”

“Having you here makes it better.”

“You’re a sweet boy.”

“You’ll come home with me, right?”

“Of course. I already told my boss I’m not coming back until after the first of the year.”

“I’m glad.”

Dr. Shauna walks back in then. “Okay, everything looks good, and we’re ready to put on the cast. I heard Izzy is shivering?”

“Yes.” His teeth chatter.

“I’m sorry. When you go home, we’ll get you some meds that aren’t as strong and shouldn’t have the same side effects.”

“Will he be able to go home soon?” I ask. I don’t know how much longer I can stay here watching my boy get tortured. And without leaking.

“Yeah, we’ll put on his cast, and once it sets, he should be good to go.”

“My stomach is upset too, but I don’t feel like I’m going to puke.”

“That’s not uncommon either. The pain and the meds can have that effect, but we also haven’t let you eat anything other than ice chips for the last few hours. Try eating something light, like toast or broth, once you get home and always before the meds. Alright now, we need you to sit up.” Izzy struggles to get out of the blankets, and Jamal moves to help him, but I give him a glare that he smiles at and steps back. She moves a tray over with a pair of scissors and a bunch of different wraps. “Jamal is going to help you keep your arm straight here.”

Izzy gives him the side-eye, and Jamal laughs. “This time I’m just holding, not holding down.”

I watch as the doctor deftly works and explains each step along the way. Izzy watches, and he looks very pleased with the results.

“It’s so cool.”

“It is,” I agree.

“The best cast I’ve seen all week,” Jamal adds.

“So, we’re all done. I’m going to have the nurse come in and go over your care instructions so we can get you discharged.” She holds out her hand to shake Izzy’s. “You were a very good patient, but hopefully I won’t need to see you again, cause you can follow up with your regular doctor.”

“Thanks,” Izzy says, then he turns to lie down again.

“You’re welcome.”

“Thanks.” I nod to them as they leave.

“My pleasure.”

And with that, they’re both gone.

Kaitlin comes in as soon as they leave.

Thank fuck, cause I need to get out of here and not just because I need to pump, but he needs his rest.

“Okay, Izaiah.” She looks up from her chart and grins when Izzy doesn’t even look up at her. So she turns her attention on me. “How about I tell you his care instructions?”

I nod.

“Okay, so no getting the cast wet, obviously. Shower with a bag. If he has any itching, don’t stick anything down there, like a coat hanger. He’ll need to do light duty for the next six weeks and wear the sling for the rest of the week. Make sure he covers the stitches when he showers, but only for the first few days. Change his bandage regularly. They’ll heal pretty fast, but if they get swollen or turn green, let us know. He’s going to be pretty out of it for the rest of the night, so it would be best if someone could stay with him overnight.”

“I will.”

“Good. Just be aware that he might need extra help, but luckily, he broke his left arm, so he should do better overall.”

“He’s left-handed.”

“Oh, well. Then he’s going to need a lot more help. Preparing food, getting dressed, bathing, using the bathroom, things like that.”

“I’ll help him.”

“Alright, good. Let me finish up this paperwork. I will need him to sign, but he’ll need to be awake to leave the hospital anyway.”

“I’m awake, I just don’t want to be,” Izzy grumbles.

She chuckles and leaves.

“Come on, baby, it’s time to go.”

“Finally, I’m so tired. I just want to go to sleep, but my arm hurts and my tummy hurts.”

“I know, I know. I’ll get you home and take care of you.”

“Alright. I have everything here.” Kaitlin comes in with Tessa, who’s pushing the wheelchair.

“It’s policy that all patients leave in a wheelchair,” she explains. “And I wanted to see my friend out.”

“Don’t let her push me down any stairs,” Izzy grumps, but he’s teasing. “She likes to hurt people.”

“Hey! I thought we were going to be friends.” She pouts.

“Oh, right.”

I help him put on his shirt and coat before I wrap him in the cat blanket and help him into the chair.

“Aww, did your Daddy get you that cute blanket?”

I get the feeling she doesn’t mean biological daddy.

“Yes, don’t be jealous,” Izzy sasses her, and she laughs.

“So you just sign here,” Kaitlin interrupts.

Izzy stares at the pen. “I can’t write.”

“Just do your best, okay?”

He basically scribbles a line, and she hands him a packet full of papers and a bag with his prescriptions in it.

“Finally,” I grumble as we make it out of the emergency room.

“That took forever,” he agrees.

Three and a half hours, to be exact.

“Hey, it’s snowing!” Izzy slurs. “I love snow. So pretty.”

“Seriously, snow sucks,” Tessa grumbles.

“I agree.”

I was hoping it would hold off a little longer. The weather people said after midnight, and it is not after midnight yet.

“I’ll go get the car.”

The X-ray doctor waits with him while I pull my car up.

“Okay, Izzy, you go home and take care.”

“Thanks, we’ll talk soon.”

I help Izzy into the car, and this time I don’t even hesitate as I buckle his seatbelt.

He rests his head on the window of the car while I drive him home. The snow is falling fast and heavy, and the flakes make a tunnel that looks like you’re about to jump to light speed, which is making me car sick.

Shoot, if this keeps up, who knows how long it’ll be before we even get plowed out at the cabin? I think about trying to make it to a hotel closer to the main road, but when a deer jumps out and I narrowly miss it because I couldn’t see anything. I know I need to stop at the cabin.

“Are we there yet?” Izzy whines when the swerving wakes him.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I need to go slow. The snow is dangerous.”

He squirms and moans in pain while trying to get comfortable.

“I’ll get you home and tucked in quick, okay.”

I hope he falls asleep quick. I can feel my pads getting damp, and it won’t be long until I need to change them. Not to mention the pressure is building.

I almost reach up to touch one, but once the milk starts flowing, it won’t stop for a while. So I relax as much as I can.

What am I going to do?

Maybe I can take a shower and get out at least enough to stop them from aching and leaking.

It’s going to be a long night.

I sigh as we pull up to the cabin. I need to get an automatic garage door opener up here.

Getting Izzy into the house is a chore since he’s barely awake and he can’t pick his feet up more than an inch, which causes it to drag in the snow, and he trips several times before I finally just pick him up bridal style.

“You’re so strong, Daddy.”

“You’re heavier than you look,” I say.

“I’m all muscle.” He wiggles in my arms as he pulls on his jacket.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to show you my muscles.”

I huff a laugh.

“Maybe later.”

He giggles, but then his head falls back, and he flops in my arms like a dead princess.

“Izzy!” I drop to my knees in the snow and grab his head, pulling him to my chest. “Izzy, baby. Wake up.”

His pretty lashes flutter, and my heart starts beating again.

“Hi, Daddy.” He smiles and then frowns. “Tired.”

“I know, just a few more steps. Can you stay with me?”

“You have sparkles in your beard.” I raise an eyebrow, but then realize he must mean the snow.

“You have sparkles on your cheeks,” I say softly, and he frowns again.

“Oh no. Glitter is the worst. Even Leo says so.” His eyes close again.

“Hey, come on.” I brush his cheek. “Just hold on to me until we get into the house, okay?”

“Okay.” He wraps his arm around my neck and nuzzles his face there as well. “You smell nice.”

That’s surprising because I spent the whole day at work and then at a hospital.

We finish the walk from the car to the steps without him passing out again. The snow is coming down so hard I thank god for the motion lights, or we would have probably died in the snow.

I have to put him down to get the door open, and he sways into me. He gripes when I make him walk to the guest room where he’ll be staying.

He starts to pull his shirt off and quickly gets frustrated.

“Help.” He pouts, so I help him take his shirt off, being careful not to hurt his stitches.

This close, I really get a good view of his muscled body. He wasn’t lying before when he said he’s all muscle.

“My jeans too.”

When I look up at him, I expect him to be smirking at me, but he’s got his eyes closed and he’s swaying slightly.

So I take his pants off and try not to look at his soft dick. Not trying to be rude here, but it seems a bit on the small side, although I’m used to mine, and he probably weighs a hundred pounds less than me and is like four or five inches shorter.

I bet it would be easier to suck.

Jesus Christ. What the heck am I thinking?

Nope, it’s not sexual, just an observation. Women are always choking on my dick and complaining about having to suck it. His would make that easier.

I shake my head at myself.

What the heck is going on up there?

I’ve made a fire in the living room, and I’m watching the snow fall in heavy wet flakes. It’s building up fast, and I would say it’s close to a foot already. When the snow is really thick like this it can weigh down the power lines, and I’m not sure how long the power will last.

Getting the fire started will at least mean we have heat and light. If the power is down too long, we’ll have to sleep in here, and I’ll be tempted to cuddle him, and then my breasts will leak and he’ll know.

This is just fricking great.

My attempts to milk myself in the shower were mostly ineffective, and I’m still full but not leaking anymore, so I guess that’s something.

I don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow.

“Joe?”

I smile as I look up.

“Hey, sweet boy.” He comes over all wrapped in the new blanket I got him and sits right on my lap, laying his head on my shoulder.

“I’m tired, but my arm hurts too bad and I’m hungry.”

“How about I get you some toast and painkillers?”

“How about some warm milk?” His hand slides lightly down my pec.

He couldn’t mean what I think he means.

“The doctor said toast or broth.” I try for stern, and he huffs.

“Fine, toast.”

“I’ll get it and then I’ll tuck you back into your bed?” I rock him gently back and forth. “Does that sound good?”

“But I want to sleep with you.”

“Izzy, that’s not a good idea.”

“I don’t care,” he huffs. “I can’t sleep, and I’m in pain. Feel sorry for me.”

A low chuckle rumbles from my throat, and I get off the couch. Taking his good hand, I direct him back to his room and help snuggle him back into the bed. When I try to leave, he pouts again.

“I’ll be right back.” I kiss his forehead.

“Okay, but hurry.”

I run to the kitchen and back, making sure he drinks a whole glass of water with his pills and that he eats the toast. Pain pills on an empty stomach are no good.

I help him lie back down and use my hands to tuck every inch of the blanket around his body.

He laughs. “Now I can’t move.”

I kiss his forehead. “Good, then maybe you’ll sleep.”

“Stay, please?”

“Just until you fall asleep.”