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.
52
Jenner sipped from his beer as he stood on the porch and stared at the mountains.
He should get back inside before Immy woke up. It was cold out here and he didn’t want her wandering around, trying to find him. When he’d gotten off the call to his therapist, Tobias had told him that Immy was napping and that he was going out for a few hours so Jenner had to look after her.
No other explanation. Not that it was any hardship to look after their girl.
The door behind him opened and there she was. Dressed in her owl onesie with Snowy held against her body, she stumbled out.
“Baby, it’s too cold for you out here,” he told her.
He didn’t get a reply and he didn’t expect one. She had her thumb in her mouth, she’d obviously spat out the pacifier she had been using when he’d checked on her earlier.
Setting down his empty beer bottle, he picked her up and carried her inside. He sat on the sofa with her on his lap. Grabbing a blanket, he settled it over her and turned the TV on low.
Suddenly, she moved around, trying to get off his lap.
“What are you doing, baby?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Cock. Suck.”
He tensed. Tobias wasn’t here, so that wasn’t going to happen.
“I’ll get your pacifier.”
“Cock.”
She slid onto her knees in front of him and reached for his jeans.
“No,” he said firmly, taking hold of her hands. “You can have your pacifier.”
All of a sudden, tears dripped down her face. “You don’t want me?”
“Baby, no, you know that’s not it. But you can’t just demand my cock like that.”
Actually, that wasn’t true.
He’d likely have given it to her if Tobias had been around. Although he might have made her wait until he was ready.
She blinked and glanced up at him and around. “Shoot. Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry.”
Getting up, she rushed off into the bedroom.
Fuck.
He’d fucked that up.
Immy ignoredthe knock on the bedroom door. She’d stripped off her onesie and diaper. Which had been crazy weird to do herself
Now she was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a bathrobe.