Page 166 of Double Daddies
Chapter Ten
Nora
“Come on Tiggy,” I whine. “I can’t do it alone.”
What about Lil?He raises his eyebrow.
“Lil is too small to help me. You know that. She’s just a baby.”
I look toward the door of my playroom. Everything in me wants to go in there and play with what they have in there, but I’m nervous. I’ve only been in there once and I was half-asleep.
“Please, Tiggy,” I beg. “I really can’t do this alone.”
Aiden arrived earlier this morning to look over my feet. Everything looks healed apparently, and he gave me the okay to walk around. But I am sitting on the ground in the living room, not moving. Daddy and Papa are doing something in their office and said they would be done in a couple of minutes.
“Ti—” I groan, holding my stomach.
It was a sharp cramp, like someone was thrusting a knife and twisting it.
“Tig,” I whimper as another cramp hits. “I’m not…” Tears form in my eyes as I hold my stomach, lying on the ground.
I can’t be having my period. I had it right before I came here. What could it be?
“Tiggy, go get Daddy and Papa,” I beg but he doesn’t move or make any sound.
Pulling my legs up to my chest, I try to take a deep breath, but a cramp hits, making me clench my jaw and groan in pain.
“Tig,” I sob, my voice weak from the pain.
Call them,he finally speaks.
Will they be able to hear me? The cabin isn’t big, and I haven’t seen all of it. I don’t know where their office was or if it’s close.
“Daddy! Papa!” I raise my voice, but it wasn’t very loud.
With one hand wrapped around my stomach, I pull myself an inch forward, trying to get closer so they can hear me. Tears are streaming down my face as another cramp hits.
“Daddy!” I sob, my arm crumbling to the ground. I bring my legs back up to my stomach, trying to alleviate some of the pain, but it’s not working.
I don’t know how long I am lying there in agony, clutching my stomach with tears streaming down my face but footsteps were there, coming closer to me.
“Papa?” I whimper.
“Oh, baby,” Footsteps rush toward me.
“What’s wrong, little bit?” Daddy asks, concern written all over his face.
Both of them are kneeling in front of me as another cramp hits, making me groan in pain.
“I’m calling Aiden,” Daddy says, taking his phone out of his pocket.
“Where does it hurt, baby?” Papa cups my face. “Tell Papa where it hurts.”
“St-stomach.” I close my eyes. The cramping is getting worse and worse with each minute.
“Nora is in a lot of pain,” Daddy says. “She’s lying on the floor with her hands wrapped around her stomach, her knees to her chest.”
“Period?” Papa asks.
