Page 64 of Her Daddies' Everything

And Jenner too.

But . . . he could be wrong. It had happened once or twice in his life.

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Jenner tried to set Immy down on a stool, but she let out a small noise of discontent and tightened her hold on him.

Shit.

He closed his eyes and savored the feel of her against him. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it when she was sleepy like this. When she depended on him for everything it made his Dominant side feel complete. Invincible. Like he could do anything.

He had to be on top of his game, because she needed him to be. She needed him to be everything for her.

So he held her for longer than he really should. Sometimes he considered getting one of those harnesses that people used to strap babies to them for Immy. Did they make them for adults?

He could just strap her in and go about doing what needed to be done.

Because he hated having to bring her out of her sleepy state.

So instead of waking her up, he held onto her as he pulled some eggs, milk, and cheese out of the fridge.

He set them on the counter next to the stove. Moving from side to side, he rocked her unconsciously as he hummed the tune to “His Everything.”

“I don’t recognize that song. Which one is it?”

He turned, shocked to see Tobias standing there. “You can’t know all my songs.”

“Why not? Do I not look like a fan?”

“No,” Jenner said bluntly.

Tobias just nodded, his gaze shifting curiously to Immy. “Cat likes to play your music.”

“Ahh, right. Yeah. The song I was humming is “His Everything.” It was his song for Immy, not that she knew it. And he liked to hum it to her in private. He gave Tobias a look, hoping he’d get it.

But the other man just moved around into the kitchen. “Need some help?”

“I’ve got this,” Jenner replied.

“You gonna cook breakfast while holding her? Or put her down? I mean, I can take her if you’d rather.”

“I’ll put her down.” He attempted to set her down on the counter. But once more, she let out a noise of discontent and clung to him.

Shit.

Jenner was all too aware of Tobias’s watchful gaze.

“Immy, I need to put you down,” he told her quietly, but firmly.

She shook her head.

Damn it. For the most part, Immy was easygoing. But in her half-awake state, Immy could be demanding. And stubborn.

Mostly, he thought it was cute. Except for right now.

He sighed. “She needs to eat so she can take her medicine.”

“Looks like I’m cooking then.”

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