Page 154 of Double Daddies
I still want to go after him so he can’t go to work. I want him here with us, even though that thought alone scares me.
“Do you want to keep coloring?” Elijah asks.
I turn back to my coloring book and carry on, pulling Tiggy under my arm. Maybe this will help keep my mind off Brix being gone.
“Have you eaten breakfast?” Elijah sits down on the couch.
“Yes, Brix fed me,” I say, blushing.
I had gone for the fork, but he plucked it up before I could. He fed me every single bite, making sure I drank in between. I ate eggs, toast, and some sausage.
“Did he?” Elijah runs his hand up and down my back.
I nod. It felt really intimate. Maybe that’s why I didn’t want him to go. I am starting to feel things for each of them, and it scares me.
“That’s good. When lunch comes around, I’ll feed you,” he whispers. “Then you can tell us who’s better at it.”
“He didn’t make the noises.” I pout before I can stop myself.
Elijah gasps, making me look at him. “That’s a shame. I’ll have to talk to him about that. You can’t go without sounds while you are being hand-fed. It’s a crime.”
My shoulders relax. I didn’t even realize how tense I had become. Maybe I was waiting for him to tell me it was better that the sounds didn’t happen. Tell me I was childish for wanting them. Just like Mateo and Lainey had.
But he didn’t.
“I’ll give you all the sounds you want for lunch.” He kisses the top of my head.
I smile and look back at my coloring, picking up the red.
“Daddy is going to lay on the couch for a little bit. I’ve got an alarm set for lunch in case I fall asleep. Don’t walk on your feet. If you need anything, wake me up,” he says. “Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, keeping my eyes on the coloring page.
I am still feeling guilty about him not being able to get any sleep yesterday, so I am going to be a good girl and let him sleep without bother him.
“Do you need to go potty before I lay down?” he asks.
“No, I don’t. Promise,” I quickly say, looking at him.
He searches my face before lying on the couch. I look back and start to color. It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep, so I turnaround and look at him. His face is relaxed, his arms crossed over his chest as it moves up and down evenly.
Elijah has a short beard with short brown hair. His jaw is defined, almost like I could cut my finger on it. I giggle at the thought.
Grabbing Tiggy, I hold him close as I continue to watch Elijah sleep. Maybe it’s creepy that I’m just sitting and staring at him, but I can’t find it in myself to care. He’s handsome. I could look at him for hours and hours.
“Do you think he’ll be okay?” I whisper to Tiggy.
I don’t know if I’m talking about Brix or Elijah, but Tiggy doesn’t respond.
“Fine, we won’t talk about this or anything. What do you want to do?” I ask.
Silence.
Sighing, I look back the page. My interest in coloring isn’t there anymore. It’s in Elijah, who is asleep.
This would be the perfect time to go and walk around, but I squash that thought as it appears. No. I promised both of them I wouldn’t do anything. I don’t want Elijah to wake up and panic if I’m not there.
Not yet, at least.
