Page 148 of Her Daddies' Everything

Jenner gaped at Tobias.

Had he really just said that to Immy? Was he insane? Immy was adamant that she wasn’t a Little. Although he was certain now that she was. But she got upset when they talked about it.

So they’d stopped talking about it.

Only, she wasn’t getting upset right now.

In fact, she was looking strangely interested in what Tobias had just said. What was going on?

Had she decided to embrace her Little side? Or was it that she wanted Tobias to be her Daddy?

Do not.

You are not jealous. You have no right to be jealous.

Then she opened her mouth. And made a strange noise.

“Uh, man, you gonna give it to her?” Tobias asked.

Give it to her?

Yeah, he’d like to . . . oh wait, he was talking about the drink. Jenner placed the nozzle of the drink bottle in her mouth. She drank some down, closing her eyes tiredly.

“You’re exhausted, aren’t you, Cherry?” Tobias said gently. “You shouldn’t even be out of bed.” He raised accusing eyes to Jenner.

“I found her down here. I was going to get her back to bed after she ate something.”

Tobias stared down at the scrambled eggs. “Dude, she eats that and she’s gonna get food poisoning.”

“What? Why?”

“Because half of the eggs are raw. And is there still shell in it?”

Jenner grimaced. “Cooking isn’t my strong point.”

“I can see that,” Tobias replied. “How about I cook some breakfast?” He picked up the plate and walked around to the garbage bin, dumping the food.

“Who taught you to cook?” Immy asked.

“Self-taught. My mom used to work fourteen or sixteen hour days. When she got home, I wanted her to have something decent to eat. Also, I was a scrawny kid and I wanted to bulk up. It was kind of a necessity in the neighborhood I lived in.”

“You were scrawny?” Immy asked, sounding shocked.

“I didn’t come out looking like this, Cherry,” Tobias replied, sounding amused. “This took work.”

“It’s hard to imagine you as scrawny,” she told him. “Was your mom a good mom?”

“She was.” He gave her a strange look.

“Was?” she repeated quietly.

“Hmm. She died when I was nineteen. Got hit by a car as she was crossing the road.”

Immy gasped, tears filling her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“It was a while ago now, Cherry,” he said gently as he started cooking some eggs. “But I do miss her.”

Immy nodded. “I wonder if I ever loved my mom. Maybe before the cult, perhaps then she was a person and not a shell.”

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