Page 51 of Daddy's Little Worker
“Wait.” She sat up.
He sighed when he realized what he had said. Sheriff Baxter hadn’t gotten back to him on whether he had caught the guy yet. Noah didn’t like knowing that someone had attacked and threatened Frankie was still out there. There shouldn’t be. He should be six feet under, so he wasn’t a risk to her anymore.
“Baxter hasn’t gotten back to you?” she whispered.
“Not yet, but he will. It’s only been a couple of hours. Everything is going to be okay. Sheriff Baxter is going to find this guy, and he’s going to put him away. You don’t have to worry about that,” he gently tried to calm her, sitting up.
Frankie was shaking, and he knew he’d messed up.
“Baby, I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m sorry.” He pulled her into his lap and held on tightly. “You were fast asleep, and I shouldn’t have said anything. Let’s go back to sleep.”
“I don’t think I can sleep,” she whispered, holding his shirt extremely tightly.
“Of course you can. Daddy is going to wrap you up in a blanket and keep you right next to me the whole night. You’ll be snug as a bug in Daddy’s big bed.” He kissed her forehead.
Frankie pulled back, and a look of uncertainty flashed across her face. “I don’t know.”
“Try it for me?” he suggested.
Frankie needed all the sleep she could get. Noah didn’t know how many hours she had missed over the years, and he wanted to make sure she never missed a minute of sleep again.
“Daddy is going to put you on the bed while I go get a soft blanket,” he said.
Frankie held onto his shirt as he tried to get up.
“The soft pink one?” She looked up at him with big eyes.
“Yes, sweetheart, the soft pink one,” he cooed at her. “Now, can you let go of Daddy’s shirt so I can get it?”
She looked at her hand where she was gripping his shirt before slowly letting go.
“Such a good girl. Daddy will be right back.” He got off the bed and headed out of the room, straight toward the closet.
Noah hadn’t realized when he bought this blanket the other day that Frankie would get so attached to it, but she had. So what did he do? He went out and got more, so when one lost its softness, he had another. He was just going to have to make sure he never ran out of one.
“Daddy is back,” he announced, walking into the room.
Frankie was still sitting on the bed, looking directly at the door.
“Daddy is right here and isn’t going anywhere,” he reminded her. “Do you need to go potty before we wrap you up?”
Her cheeks turned red, and he took that as a yes. After placing the blanket on the bed, he picked up Frankie and walked to the bathroom.
“Daddy is going to help you.” He started to pull her underwear down.
She didn’t protest as he helped her onto the toilet.
“I think we should have had our first kiss by now,” she mumbled. “This, I think, is a little more intimate than kissing.”
Noah chuckled and grabbed her face between his hands and left a small kiss on her lips. “There, now we’ve kissed. Though I have given you several forehead kisses and I have never done that before.”
She gasped. “Never? Not even to your other Little?”
He shook his head. “Never felt right with anyone but you, I just knew I had to and it’s become addicting.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered as he cleaned her up.
“Anytime, sweetheart. Now, let’s go wrap you in this blanket and placed right next to me so we can go to sleep.” He pulled her panties up before lifting her and carrying her into the bedroom.
