Page 31 of Her Gentle Daddy

“You seemed to like this earlier after your panic attack. Want to try it again?”

She eyed the device and nodded. Sean slipped the soft nipple between her lips and kissed her forehead.

“Be right back.”

When he returned, he was carrying a tray of food. He set the tray in the middle of the bed and sat down. She eyed the food and smiled when she saw nothing but finger foods. Cheese, grapes, crackers, grape tomatoes, tiny peanut butter and jelly sandwich squares, and baby carrots with ranch.

They ate in silence for several minutes while Gabby watched the big dog on TV as he got into all kinds of mischief.

“Baby girl, what brought on your panic attack earlier today?”

She swallowed, and suddenly, she didn’t feel the least bit hungry anymore. He deserved to know, and while he had never pressured her to talk about her past, she knew he would never really know all of her unless she told him. But the fear of him completely rejecting her was so strong that she was feeling almost strangled for air.

“Gabby, breathe, honey. I’m not trying to upset you.”

She breathed in and out slowly before moving her gaze to look up to his loving face.

“I’m scared to tell you.”

Sean’s eyebrows furrowed, and he took a moment before answering.

“Sweetheart, no matter what you tell me about anything, I am still going to feel the same about you. I am still going to love you and still be your Daddy.”

As much as she trusted Sean, she didn’t know that she could trust that what he said was true. He didn’t know what she was going to tell him, and she didn’t know how anyone could love her after finding out about her past. She was tarnished for life.

You can do it, Gabby. Trust Sean. He has never given you any reason not to trust him.

She fidgeted with her hands and took several minutes to gather her courage before she took a deep breath and looked directly at Sean.

“The man that was at the club earlier today looked like the man who used to rape me.”

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt a tiny bit lighter, yet Sean had turned sheet white, and his expression had turned terrifying. She felt herself begin to tremble, knowing she had made a mistake telling him and feeling like her whole world was crashing down around her at the look of disgust on his face.

“Who raped you, Gabby?” he said so low she could barely hear him.

“One of my foster dads.”

Sean stood from the bed and began to pace.

“I’m sorry, Sean,” she whispered.

He froze and looked at her, his eyes blazing with anger, yet as soon as he met her eyes, she saw him instantly soften.

“Gabby, you have nothing to be sorry for. You… your foster dad? You were raped? What the fuck? What. The. Fuck?”

The ferocity of his words made her entire body begin to shake, and before she realized it, he was at her side, pulling her into his arms.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m not upset with you. You did nothing wrong. I’m just so angry. You should have been safe… protected, and loved unconditionally.”

She had never seen Sean so shaken and upset. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, but at the same time, he looked ready to rip something to shreds.

“When did this happen, Gabby? For how long? Is the guy in prison? I’ll fucking kill him if he’s not. How old were you, baby?”

He was talking aloud and asking questions, but he was staring off into space as he did as though he was in shock.

“Who the fuck is the guy? Where is he? How did you end up in his care? I’m going to kill the bastard. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He was cradling her in his arms like a baby, yet he wasn’t looking down at her, and she needed him to see her. Obviously, he was seeing nothing but red at the moment, and she needed her Daddy back. Lifting her hand, she touched the side of his face.

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