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I mmy sat up with a gasp.

The nightmare still held her in its grasp and she had to take several deep, calming breaths. But then the shivers started.

God, she hated this.

She hated it so much.

“Immy, sweetness.” Tobias slowly and carefully gathered her close, placing her on his lap.

She clung to him, burying her face into his chest as he rocked her back and forth.

“It’s all right. You’re safe. I have you. I have you.”

“Did I scream?” she asked.

“Not this time,” he reassured her, brushing her hair back off her face.

Good. That meant she wouldn’t have woken Jenner.

“Take a deep breath and let it out slowly,” Tobias advised.

“I hate being like this,” she told him. “I feel like I should be able to push past it.”

“Hey,” he said firmly, grasping hold of her chin and tilting her face back. “You were kidnapped. Hit by a car. You saw someone being shot. Those are not things you just ‘get over’. Hear me?”

He was right.

She knew he was.

Immy nodded. “I guess I just want to feel normal.”

Tobias grinned. “You’ve never been normal.”

What? How rude!

“Someone as special as you could never be normal.”

Oh well.

That was actually really sweet.

“Come on, let’s get you in the shower.”

She nodded. She felt all gross. Sweaty and sticky.

Tobias got out of bed, then lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. He set her down and held her against him with one arm as he turned on the shower.

“You guys always take such good care of me.”

“Good. That’s our job,” he told her as he stripped off her pajamas and panties. “Think I was put here on this earth to take care of you.”

“That’s so sweet.”

He snorted. “I’m not a sweet guy. You go telling people that and you’ll ruin my rep.”

Immy grinned. “Big tough gangster is secretly a sweetheart.”

“Only for you, my precious girl. Only for you.”

After they showered and Tobias had dressed her in a new pair of pajamas, he sat her on the bed in front of him so he could brush her hair.

“I’m not as good at this as Jenner,” he warned.

“It doesn’t matter. It just feels nice,” she replied as he brushed out the tangles.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

Everything.

“Do you think your mom would have liked me?”

That wasn’t what she’d meant to say.

He paused and she tensed. Cupcakes. She’d said the wrong thing.

“Sweetness, she’d have fucking loved you,” he replied as he started braiding her hair. “I wish you could have met her. She was strong and stubborn, but for you, she would have melted.”

He finished braiding her hair and she turned to him. “I wish I could have met her. To raise such a good man as you, she must have really been something else.”

Tobias gave her a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve done some bad things.”

Immy took hold of his hands. “But that doesn’t make you a bad person. I know you’re not.”

“Well, I must have done something right in my life in order to be given you,” he said as he grabbed her and lay them both down, pulling the covers over them.

“See? Sweet,” she told him.

“Go to sleep, sweetness.”

Only problem was, she couldn’t sleep. Everything kept going around and around in her brain.

“Stop thinking,” he commanded.

“I can’t.” She wished it was that simple. “Can I . . . I mean . . . will you mind . . .”

“Spit it out, sweetness,” he told her gruffly.

“Can I suck your cock for comfort?” she blurted out.

“Cherry, you don’t even have to ask.”

Oh, thank goodness. She slid down the bed as he turned so he lay on his side. He helped her take off his boxers and she slid his dick into her mouth. It was slightly hard and it only grew harder as she sucked.

But this wasn’t for pleasure or arousal.

It was about comfort and peace.

And Immy fell asleep, sucking on him, surrounded in his safety and love.

“Sweetness, do you need to go potty?” Tobias asked as he watched Immy shifting around as she created some slime at her slime station.

“Nope.”

“Immy,” he warned.

She glanced over at him. “I’m creating, Papa! I can’t stop to pee!”

“Does Papa need to put you in a diaper all the time?” he asked. “Not just for naps?”

“No, Papa!”

They’d started putting her in a diaper for each of her naps and she wasn’t overly impressed. But she didn’t get much of a say, unless she wanted to say her safeword.

Which, so far, she hadn’t.

She had a nap most days and both of them could see the benefits in it for her, even if Immy protested having to take one.

She seemed much better rested. They were taking very good care of her.

They had her eating healthy, getting some light exercise—mostly on their cocks—and lots of Little playtime.

Although, he could tell there was something hanging over her head. A worry she couldn’t shake. And he was pretty certain that it had to do with Jenner and the fact that he hadn’t fucked her on his own yet.

Tobias had taken her on his own. At every opportunity, he would bend her over the sofa, or drag her onto the sofa. Or have her on her knees under the kitchen table, sucking his dick as he did some online shopping.

Shopping for their girl was no hardship.

Neither was having her suck his dick while he shopped for her. Tobias understood why Jenner was scared of fucking her on his own. Even though it was all bullshit. He’d never take things too far, he wouldn’t scare their girl.

She loved them the way they were.

“Well, either you go potty right now, or I’m putting a diaper on you.”

Immy heaved out a sigh at him and stomped over to where he stood by the bathroom door.

They’d been here six weeks now, and they needed to get back to Nashville. He knew that was part of the reason she was in a grump right now. This morning, they’d decided they’d only stay three more nights. Jenner had spoken to Sampson this morning and there hadn’t been any sign of the man in black.

No sign of Isaiah, either. Which was concerning everyone.

It was also fucking odd.

Where was he and why wasn’t he checking in with his friends? Immy was worried sick about him. If Tobias came across him, he’d give him a black eye for worrying his girl.

But, yeah, his girl was worried about going back home. Maybe because of the man in black. But, also, maybe because she didn’t want to leave the cabin.

Something he could relate to.

However, that didn’t mean she got to be naughty and stomp around when she didn’t get her way. So as she neared him, he put an arm over her waist to stop her going past.

“Hey, what are you—ow! Ouch! Papa!”

He landed several smacks on that plump ass of hers, holding her tight so she couldn’t flinch away and hurt herself.

Although he’d noticed how well she was moving now and didn’t think that she needed the kid gloves anymore.

Something he probably needed to tell Jenner about.

He’d been stretching her ass out, getting her ready to take him there. She was close to reaching the biggest plug and he could not wait until he got to take her ass.

She’d taken to the training surprisingly well. Probably because every time he’d stretched it since that first time, she’d gotten to come with either his or Jenner’s mouth on her pussy.

Then one of them would fuck her pussy while the plug was nestled in deep. And yeah, their girl liked that.

She was gonna love it when they took her together.

“That was mean, Papa.” She sniffled as she stared up at him. “And I really have to go potty! I coulda peed my pants!” She shuffled into the bathroom and he followed to help her undo the back of the onesie she was wearing.

“Then you shouldn’t have left it so long to pee,” he scolded as he wet a cloth to wipe her hands so she didn’t get slime everywhere.

“I was busy creating a special slime!” she told him as he helped clean her up and rearrange the onesie.

“What is this special slime for?” he asked suspiciously.

“Nothing,” she muttered as she headed back into the playroom.

“Uh-uh,” he said, picking her up before she could reach her slime station. “It’s naptime not slime time.”

“Papa! It’s always slime time.”

“What’s the special slime for?” he asked as he sat on the rocking chair with her on his lap.

“I don’t wanna say.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s it for, Immy? You’ve got to the count of three.”

“Or what?”

“On three, I turn you over my lap and give you a proper butt warming.”

She chewed her lip and he knew she was thinking about it.

“One.”

Still nothing.

“Two.”

Oh, she was up to no good if she wasn’t saying anything.

“Three!”

Over his lap she went. He undid the back of her onesie and drew her panties down. Then he smacked his hand on her ass. She let out an immediate cry.

“Papa! Too hard! Too hard!”

“I don’t think it’s hard enough if you think you can disobey Papa.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

He kept smacking her ass until it was a bright red and she was slumped on his lap. It wasn’t a really long or hard spanking, but he figured he’d made his point.

He sat her up on his lap and held her as she cried into his shirt. Then he rocked back and forth.

“What’s the slime for?” he asked her as he rubbed his hand up and down her back.

“Daddy.”

“Hmm. Slime for Daddy, huh? Are you going to give it to him?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How?” he asked suspiciously.

“I was thinking in his pillow.”

“Immy,” he said in a low voice. “Why would you do that?”

She didn’t answer so he tugged on her hair.

She sniffled and sat back but wouldn’t look at him. “He won’t touch me unless you’re around. I mean, he touches me. But just like hugs and light kisses. Nothing more.”

“You know he’s scared of hurting you.”

“Well, that’s just dumb. He won’t hurt me.”

“I agree. And actually, I think that mostly he’s worried about scaring you.”

Her gaze hit his. “You think so?”

“Yeah. I think he’s coming to understand that he’s not his father.” He was on a Zoom meeting with his therapist right now. He’d only had two since they’d come here, not wanting anyone to be able to track him down.

Although they would have to be pretty good to manage that.

“He’s nothing like that bastard. And I know it’s all mixed up in his head, what his father said about me, but he’d never harm me or scare me.”

“You really think that putting slime in his pillow case is the best idea to help him get over this?”

“No,” she grumbled. “I guess it would be naughty.”

“Would definitely get you a long timeout and a spanked bottom.” He patted her bottom lightly and she glared at him. “I think you’re going to have to help him.”

“But how?”

“I’m going to go into town for a bit, leave the two of you here. After your nap, you try to seduce him.”

“I don’t know how to seduce him.”

“Getting naked would be a good start. Now, I’m going to go get your bottle. Time for a nap.”

Naps sucked.

But bottles, surprisingly, did not.

Tobias walked back into the room with the bottle, which he sat on the nightstand. Then he lifted her up off the floor where he’d left her and carried her to the change table, lying her down on top of it.

“Papa, what are you doing?” she asked.

“Do you need to go potty?”

She shook her head and put her thumb in her mouth, feeling shy for some reason.

“Immy, do you need to go potty?” Tobias reached up and took her thumb from her mouth. “Words, please.”

“No, Papa.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm. Well, I’m not. So I think we better put you in a diaper. Just in case of an accident.”

What? Nooo.

But she didn’t say anything and he gave a nod of satisfaction.

He took off her onesie and panties, then he drew a diaper out of the drawers from under the change table.

Immy put her thumb into her mouth to comfort herself. Lifting her legs into the air, he slid the diaper under her bottom.

Good Lord.

“Let’s just put on a bit of cream. We don’t want your skin getting all sore,” he said.

She nearly giggled since it felt ticklish as he rubbed cream on her skin, but she managed to control herself.

Then he did up the diaper.

Okay, that felt weird, but surprisingly nice at the same time. He quickly got her back into the onesie and picked her up, cradling her against his chest.

For a brief moment, he bounced her up and down. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you.”

Warmth filled Immy and she relaxed against him. Maybe she wouldn’t use the diaper, but it still felt nice to have.

For naps anyway.

Then he sat on the chair with her lying across his lap, resting against one arm. He picked up the bottle and the nipple slid between her lips. Immy sighed in pleasure. She didn’t know why she liked this so much, but she did.

Maybe it was because she was held tight by someone that loved her. Maybe it was because she could just relax and not have to think or do anything. Maybe it was because it felt like an act of extreme caring for someone to do this for her.

But most likely, it was all three.

After she finished the bottle, he slid her around so she straddled his lap.

Then he stood with her cradled against his chest and patted her back lightly as he swayed back and forth before laying her down on the bed.

He already had the pillows arranged how she liked them so she was cocooned in a nest.

And she fell asleep with a pacifier in her mouth, but smiling on the inside.

Because she lived a beautiful life and she knew it.