Page 67 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Chapter Three

Nora

I clench my jaw together as pain shoots through the soles of my feet. Tears pool in my eyes, and I cover my face with my hands, staying where I am.

“Shit,” Brix curses, rushing toward me.

His hands wrap under my arms, lifting me onto the counter once again. I stare at Brix with wide eyes, not fully comprehending what I have done. The pain ramps up with every passing second, not fully letting me get a deep breath before another wave of agony hits.

“Shhh, you’re okay,” Brix hushes. “Daddy has gone to get the first-aid kit.”

A sob racks my body as I cry into my hands.

“You’re going to be okay. I know it hurts, but try and focus on your breathing for Papa,” Brix gently whispers into my ear. “You’re such a good girl.”

Pain continues to run through my body, and all of a sudden, the jacket I’m wearing is making me too hot. My hand moves to my mouth as my gag reflexes kick in.

“Shit, Elijah,” Brix yells.

But before he can do anything, I throw up everything I’ve eaten and drank onto the floor in front of me. Tears are rolling down my face as I vomit once again. I tug on my jacket, trying to get it off, but can’t as another wave of vomiting kicks in.

“Pl-ple—” I can’t finish the sentence.

“Shh, you’re okay. Papa’s taking the jacket off you,” he gently says.

Cold air hits my arms as he removes the jacket, but I still feel nauseous from the pain. I look at Brix, tears cascading down my face.

“Oh, little bit.” Elijah walks into the kitchen with the first-aid kit. “Let’s get you into the living room. I’ve called Aiden. He should be here any second.”

Brix carefully picks me up and carries me into what I assume is the living room, sitting down with me on his lap. I make the mistake of looking at my feet and see blood dripping from them.

“Blood.” I heave, quickly looking away.

I’ve never had a problem looking at blood before, but my own blood? I want to throw up just from watching it.

“Trails of blood,” I manage to get out.

“Don’t worry about it. Daddy is cleaning you up. He’s put something under your feet to catch everything,” Brix whispers.

I turn my head into his chest, gripping his shirt with one of my hands. It’s an awkward angle, but I need some comfort right now.

“I got here as fast as I could!” someone shouts as they walk into the house.

I don’t move to see who it is, not wanting to risk looking at my feet and throwing up again. Footsteps get louder, and he sets something down, his bag.

“I’m Aiden, little one. I’m the doctor at Whiskey Mountain Lodge. I’m going to gently pick up your ankle to look at the bottom of the foot, but I won’t touch anywhere else,” he explains.

Gripping Brix’s shirt tighter, I twist my hand and push my face into him even more as Aiden touches my ankle. Whimpering, I close my eyes tighter and bite down on my lip.

“They don’t look too deep. I’m going to slowly take out the pieces of pottery, and we’ll bandage everything up. I want you to stay off your feet for several days so they can heal. Can you do that for me?” Aiden asks.

“Nora just got here and is planning on staying for at least a week, so we’ll make sure she stays off them,” Brix replies.

“Hopefully forever,” Elijah mutters, but I still hear it.

They want me to stay forever? But what about what everyone will think? I can’t live my life with people humiliating me at every opportunity they get.

“Like that, is it?” Aiden asks.

“Yes, we’re going to let everyone know,” Elijah grunts. “Just need to convince her as well.”

Convince me to stay with them? I want to laugh and tell them no, but I don’t.

“I’m going to start now, sweetie.” Aiden taps my ankle. “It’s going to hurt a little, but I’ll make sure I’m quick and get everything. Elijah, do you want to hold her other hand so she can squeeze?”

The couch dips next to me, and Elijah grabs my hand.

“Squeeze as hard as you want, little bit,” he murmurs. “I can take it.”

“I’m starting,” Aiden says.

I grip Elijah’s hand as Aiden pulls pieces of the bowl out of my feet. I scream into Brix’s chest, tears running down my face with each hot, searing wave of pain. Biting down onto his shirt, I suck a breath in through my nose but quickly cry out as Aiden removes another piece.

I don’t know how long I sit there, squeezing Elijah’s hand and clenching my teeth on Brix’s shirt as Aiden takes out each piece of the bowl from my feet.

“All done,” Aiden gently says. “Now I’m just going to clean them and bandage you up.”

As Aiden cleans my wounds, it feels like a little prick compared to the searing, hot pain when he was pulling them out. My whole body goes limp in Brix’s lap as Aiden starts to wrap my foot.

“Wow, are you okay?” Brix asks. “Baby, talk to Papa. Are you okay? Why did you go limp? Baby, talk, please.”

But I can’t seem to get any words out. My body and mind are completely exhausted.

“Aiden, what’s wrong with her?” Elijah asks.

My eyes close as they start talking. Flinching, I try to pull my hand away when cold fingers touch the inside of my wrist.

“You’re okay. I’m just taking your pulse,” Aiden explains. “A bit fast, but that is to be expected after everything. She’s just exhausted. Why don’t you give her some milk or a protein drink and put her to bed?”

Whining, I try to push myself off Brix’s chest, but I don’t get anywhere. Exhaustion is weighing me down more with each passing second, and I don’t think I’m going to make it much longer.

“We’ll do that. Thank you, Aiden,” Elijah says.

“You can give her these every six hours. Hopefully, she won’t wake up in the middle of the night in pain.

This should dissolve in any drinks you give her.

I would give you suppositories, but I’ve just run out and haven’t been able to refill them.

If things get worse, call me and I’ll come.

” Aiden touches my leg. “It was nice to meet you, Nora. Wish it was under different circumstances. Stay off those feet and listen to your Papa and Daddy.”

I feel Brix moving, carrying me to who knows where like I weigh nothing.

“I’ll give her the bottle and put her in the crib,” Brix gently says.

It’s silent as Brix sits again, placing me in his lap like a newborn. I can’t help but snuggle into his chest and relax as he slowly starts to rock us back and forth.

“Open for Papa,” he whispers. “You’re going to be a good girl and drink all of this.”

I lazily open my mouth and start to suckle the nipple. Chocolate milk floods my tastebuds. and I relax further into his body, drinking and slowly falling asleep.

“Such a good girl.”

Wet.

Uncomfortable dampness is the first thing I feel as I slowly wake up. What could possibly be wet? Did I fall asleep in the bathtub again? I promised myself I wouldn’t do so again, but it seems I have.

If I had a Daddy, it would not end well if he found out I had fallen asleep in the bathtub several times. Granted, I don’t think Daddy would leave me alone while I took a bath.

As I roll to my right, my hand connects with something hard and round. My eyebrows furrow as I slowly move my hands, grabbing hold of whatever it is. I open my eyes and see that I’m in a… crib?

Pushing to sitting, I let out a scream as I look down, seeing the large dark spot my pants have on them. Tears that had pooled in my eyes, now run down my face as I rest into the railing. An even larger wet spot is in the center of the mattress.

The door slams open, and Brix and Elijah come running in.

“What’s wrong?” Brix yells.

“Who’s in here?” Elijah looks around the room.

I continue to sob, my eyes pinned on the mess I’ve made. I’ve never wet myself before. What is happening to me?

“Little bit, what’s wrong?” Elijah asks as they both rush closer.

I don’t dare look up at them. I don’t want to see their faces when they realize that I’ve peed my pants in my sleep. What are they going to think of me? Are they going to kick me out? Have me find my way back home on my own?

“Oh, little bit,” Elijah gently comforts. “You’re okay. Accidents happen.”

Another sob breaks free as he says those words. He doesn’t sound angry. But why? He should be telling me to strip the bed, wash them, and take care of myself.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up while Papa strips off the bedding,” Elijah offers as he picks me up.

Whining, I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he places a hand on my wet bottom, keeping me still. I cringe, pushing my head into his chest as he holds me tightly.

“You’re okay. We’re not mad at you. It’s our fault. We should have known better than to not put you in a diaper after giving you so much to drink,” Brix soothes, running his hand through my hair.

I look up from Elijah’s shoulder, briefly making eye contact with Brix before resting my head back on his chest. Brix was giving me a smile, but why? I don’t deserve one. Not after this.

“I’m going to run her a bath. Join us when you’re done,” Elijah tells Brix as he walks to the bathroom.

He holds me the whole time he is getting the bath ready, only placing me down when he takes my soiled clothes off me. Tears are still streaming down my face as I step out of my wet clothes, wrapping my arms around my now-naked body.

“You’re okay,” he coos at me. “Let's get you in the bathtub and all clean.”

Before I can step into the tub, he puts my hair into a bun. Elijah helps me into the bath, and I sink, closing my eyes and letting out a breath. The warm water cascades around my body, warming me.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “Our good girl.”

There he goes again, saying ‘our.’ Is he all right? Does he know what other people think about Littles who have more than one Daddy?

“We’re going to sit here for a couple of minutes, and then I’ll start washing you,” he gently says.

I wrap my arms around my chest and stare at him with wide eyes. He wants to bathe me? Is he out of his mind? I’ve always wanted a Daddy to bathe me, but I don’t know him.

“Unless you don’t want me to,” Elijah says. “But secretly, I think you do. I saw the way your eyes lit up when I said I was going to wash you. You don’t have to lie. You can be your true self.”

I shake my head and look away. He sees right through me.

“I know I’ve said this a lot, but you’re okay. You don’t have to hide who you are and what your desires are.” He places a hand on my shoulder.

Silence fills the bathroom. My desires aren’t right. Mateo and Lainey told me that several times, shamed me for what I wanted. But yet again, they had control over my life, but I can’t help but wonder if they were right.

“How’s our girl doing?” Brix asks, walking into the bathroom.

“Stop,” I whisper, my voice broken.

“Stop what?” Elijah asks.

“Stop calling me yours. Stop using ‘our girl.’ It-it’s not right,” Tears stream down my face, my heart breaking as I speak the words Lainey and Mateo repeatedly told me.