Page 32 of Her Daddies' Everything

“You look tired, Sampson,” Maeve said, staring up at him. “You want to lie down for a while?”

“Not with you, he won’t,” Jenner said sternly.

“You had sex with Maeve while we were at the Camp?” Immy snapped at Sampson.

Maeve tried to sit and Immy turned to her.

“What are you doing?” Immy asked. “Lie down.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Jenner said, pacing back and forth. “You’ve got a bruised face and from the way you’re moving there are probably other bruises under your clothes. You were so exhausted when you got here that you collapsed and you’ve been sleeping for hours. You’re not fine.”

“Okay, let’s just all calm down a bit,” Isaiah said calmly. “None of this is helping Maeve.”

“I’m all right, guys. I promise.” Maeve sat up slowly, glancing around at them all. “First of all, Sampson didn’t do anything to me when we were younger. The Deity ordered him to and we just pretended.”

Sampson grunted. “Fucking bastard, thinking he could order me to fuck her. She was only fifteen.”

Immy glanced over at Jenner for some reason. He looked so pale that she was worried he was about to collapse.

“Have any of you told Cat what happened?” Maeve asked frantically.

Uh-oh.

Immy rubbed her tummy. Should she not have called Cat?

“I tried calling her,” Immy whispered. “I left a message.”

“She’s going to insist on coming here,” Maeve said with a groan.

“Tell us what’s going on, Maeve,” Isaiah said quietly.

“Wait, shouldn’t we get Eric here?” Immy asked. “To check her over?”

“I’m fine,” Maeve protested.

“I’ll call him,” Jenner said.

Just as he left the room, her phone started ringing. Immy looked at it, grimacing. Now she felt terrible. “I’m sorry. It’s Cat.”

“It’s all right,” Maeve reassured her.

Immy answered the call. “Hey, Cat, I’m putting you on speaker.”

“Where is she? What the fuck happened?” Cat demanded. “I go for one facial and the world goes to shit.”

“Nothing has gone to shit, Cat. I’m fine,” Maeve said tiredly. “Wait, where’s Squish?”

“Didn’t someone get him out of the truck?” Sampson asked.

“I think he’s downstairs,” Isaiah said.

“I’ll get him,” Abe offered, slipping out. He returned quickly, giving the toy to Maeve.

“Maeve! Immy, turn me around,” Cat demanded.

Immy turned her phone with an apologetic grimace.

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