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When her feet were on the ground, he quickly laid out the blanket before turning to her.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded and held her hands up. In one movement, he picked her up and gently placed her at the top of the blanket before starting to swaddle her in it.
“Is that okay? Not getting claustrophobic?” He stopped.
“No, Daddy. It feel good,” she mumbled, her eyes drooping.
Smiling, he continued to wrap the blanket around her before settling her in the middle of the bed.
“Are you coming?” she whispered with her eyes closed.
“Yes, baby. I’m right next to you,” he said, sliding into the bed.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“Love you, too, Frankie.”
CHAPTER 23
FRANKIE
“Daddy!” Frankie yelled, rushing into his office but quickly stopped when several pairs of eyes turned to her. “Uhhh. Sorry. I’ll just…”
Frankie ran out of the door and down the hall. Where was she going to hide so they didn’t find her. How could she have done that? Why couldn’t she have walked inside like a normal person?
“Woah!” Rough hands wrapped around her shoulders.
Screaming, she yanked her body away and fell to the ground. Whimpering as pain radiated across her bottom, she scooched back from the person who was grabbing at her.
“It’s me, Trent. You’re okay,” he gently told her. “Let’s get you in the kitchen where you can relax. I’m going to help you up now.”
She blinked several times and saw Trent’s face right in front of hers.
“Sorry,” she whispered as they walked into the kitchen.
“You sit right there while I go get you some water,” he said calmly. “Then we are going to talk about you running in the club.”
Frankie clasped her hands in front of her and took several deep breaths, trying to slow her heart rate down. She wasn’t going to die. Everything was fine. She’d just yelled outDaddyto a group of people. Frankie hadn’t been in there long enough to see if she knew any of them in there.
Nope.
“Now, you slowly sip this and tell me why you were running and looking scared.” Trent sat in front of her.
She grabbed the pink sippy cup and looked at it. Was she comfortable drinking out of a sippy cup in front of him?
“Drink,” he commanded. “You need water.”
Sighing, she started to take a couple of sips of water before holding it in her lap.
“Why were you running?” Trent asked.
“Frankie!” Daddy yelled, and her eyes went wide.
“Daddy was in a meeting, and I didn’t know. I yelled his name out and bursted into the office,” she rushed out and looked around for a place to hide. “Hide me,” she begged.
“Take another sip of your water,” Trent instructed. “Your Daddy isn’t mad at you for doing that, you know that, right?”
