Page 58 of Her Daddies' Everything

“What?” he asked.

Her eyes were now shut and she was hugging her toy owl close. “He’s weird ‘cause he doesn’t eat cookies. Who doesn’t eat cookies? It’s unnatural.”

Immy would think that since she thought that cookies should be their own food group.

“Everyone eats cookies. I’ll find what he likes.”

“You don’t need to make him cookies,” he told her.

“Course I do. Everyone should have someone make them cookies. Or cake. Or brownies. Or something.”

That was how Immy showed she cared about people. By baking for them. By buying them thoughtful presents for Christmas and birthdays. The amount of time she put into each gift was crazy.

She did it in other ways too. Like cleaning their cars or putting away their laundry when they were too busy to do it.

She did far too much for them all.

“You’re the best of all of us, Immy,” he whispered to her, gentling his touch as she slipped into sleep. “And I don’t deserve you. None of us do.”

But especially not him.

Jenner wasn’t sure how long he kneeled there and watched her sleep. He was worried about Maeve. They all were. So he should have realized it would affect Immy too. She couldn’t go long without sleep, though, or she’d get ill

So he was going to have to watch her for signs of too much stress or worry.

And he needed to research some new ways to help her get to sleep. Because obviously those sleeping pills had to go.

And it galled him that he hadn’t known that until some virtual stranger told him. Why had Immy even told Tobias that?

He didn’t really like it.

At all.

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“Tobias!” Immy cried out as he entered the kitchen.

“Yes?” He watched her curiously. She was a bit dishevelled, her hair flying everywhere. She wore a dark-blue apron with white owls on it and a fair amount of flour and other stuff as well.

There was a smudge of flour on her cheek and he thought there was some in her hair too. All over the kitchen island bench were piles of cookies. Was she baking all of these for a reason?

He’d kind of expected her to act a bit strange around him today after last night, but she seemed to have pushed it to one side.

Jenner walked into the kitchen then, eyeing Tobias. Then he turned to Immy. “Baby, what are you doing?”

“I’m making some cookies to tempt Tobias. I need to find out what his favorite is.”

That’s what she was doing? These weren’t all for him, right?

“For me?” Tobias asked, shocked.

“Yep. Do you see anything you’d like to try?” She pushed her hair back. “Drat. I had my hair back while I was baking but the tie snapped. They do that.”

Jenner walked over to her, pulling her hair back and tying it. Which wasn’t an easy feat when Immy was bouncing up and down on her toes.

“Have you been eating cookies as you baked them?” Jenner asked her.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she said. “Gotta taste as you bake! It’s the rules.”

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