Page 156 of Broken Daddy

Picking her up, he carried her to the sink and set her on the counter next to it. The mirror was all steamed up so she couldn’t see herself.

Then she saw him putting some toothpaste on a bright pink toothbrush.

Oh, thank goodness.

She reached for the toothbrush, but he shook his head. “No, Daddy will do it for you. Open.”

She could feel herself blush. “I can do it.”

“Baby, open for Daddy.”

Dear Lord. She opened her mouth and he brushed her teeth, helping her turn and rinse.

God. That felt so much better once it was done.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you back in bed.”

“Coco!” she cried. “Me want!”

Me want?

Really? She sounded like a toddler. She braced herself for any ridicule or scolding.

But all Hayes did was pick her up and then grab Coco, handing the squirrel to her. She hugged her toy tight, burying her face in Hayes’ chest as he carried her back to the bed.

“Here you go, baby. Let’s do your hair, then you can have a nap.”

“Naps are for babies,” she grumbled.

“And Little girls who are recovering from surgery,” he informed her as he settled in behind her with a hairbrush.

Where had that come from?

Had Donovan bought that for her too? Hayes took off the wet towel.

“I’m a big girl, Daddy.”

He sprayed something on her hair that smelled like strawberries.

“What was that?”

“Detangler,” he muttered as he started brushing the knots out of the bottom of her hair.

Had he done this for May? He was good at it. He knew how to brush so it didn’t hurt too much and he even had detangling spray.

Unless . . .

“Donovan got me detangling spray?”

Hayes growled. “I told him to get it.”

She bit her bottom lip, amusement filling her. She felt lighter than she had since waking up in here. He was so possessive.

Wait . . . he was being very possessive.

That was odd, wasn’t it?

Maybe it was because he wanted to Daddy someone.