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Elijah taps my nose and shakes his head. “Not happening. It might taste better with chocolate, but that doesn't mean you get any. It’s not healthy for you to have all the time.”
My bottom lip sticks out as I stare at him. “Oh, come on.”
“Nope. You won’t change my mind. Now, let’s feed you the bananas and apples, and then we can color,” he says. “And no pouting. It won’t work on either of us.”
I grumble under my breath as Elijah feeds me the rest of the plate. Today is not going to be fun.
Chapter Five
Nora
I wiggle around on the couch, trying to get comfortable with a full bladder, but it’s so hard. Looking over in the direction of the bathroom, I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. I can wait several more minutes, right?
I should have told Elijah I needed to pee a while ago, but I was stubborn and very embarrassed. He has made sure I’ve been drinking more than usual. Before he left to go take a shower, he asked me if I needed anything, and I should have told him I needed to go potty.
Pulling the blanket off me, I take another deep breath in. How am I going to get to the bathroom? Elijah is going to be mad at me if I walk, but he didn’t say anything about me getting there on my hands and knees.
I carefully plop onto the ground and start crawling. I suck in a breath as my bladder protests. Closing my eyes, tears prickle the back of my eyelids as I stay still. I wrap one arm around my stomach as I breathe in through my nose and out of my mouth, trying to calm myself down.
I’m not going to make it.
I don’t want to have another accident like I did this morning. How humiliating is it for a twenty-eight-year-old girl to wet herself in the middle of the night? But they weren’t mad. They took care of me and made sure I was okay.
Something I probably didn’t deserve.
Placing my hand back on the ground, I crawl another foot before stopping. I press my thighs together to try and get myself to stop from peeing but with each passing second and movement, I need to go more and more.
I blink several times, tears streaming down my face as I stare at the ground. I am going to have to pee right here, or my bladder is going to burst.
“Nora!” Elijah yells. “What’s wrong?”
He squats down beside me, his hand on my back as he draws small circles. His touch makes me want to break down right there and tell him everything wrong in my life.
“Little bit, tell Daddy what’s wrong,” he gently says. “Why are you crawling?”
Turning my head, I look at him with tear-filled eyes. His face is full of concern as he takes in my face.
“Pee,” I manage to whisper, not moving my body in any way.
His eyes go wide as he shoots up from where he is bending down, picks me up, and sprints to the bathroom. Before I know it, he is holding me with one hand as he unhooks the drop-seat of my onesie and places me on the toilet.
“Go potty,” he urges.
I stare at him with wide eyes as I try to go, but I can’t. Tears cascade down my face and I let out a sob, my shoulders shaking.
“What’s wrong?” he gently asks, cupping my face. “Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
“I can’t.” I hiccup, the pain getting unbearable.
“Youcan’t?” His eyes are wide. “You have to, little bit. It’s not good for you to hold it in for so long.”
Another sob shakes my shoulder. I know it’s bad, and yet I still can’t pee.
“You are my sunshine,” Elijah starts to sing. “My only sunshine.”
My mouth hangs open as his voice fills the bathroom. Sweet melody. Smooth as a baby's bottom.
Perfect.
