Page 29 of It'll Be Fun
Or, maybe she’d never reach that point.
A nurse returned to the cube. “Mrs. Jarette? We have your daughters’ discharge papers. I’ve already given Sonya hers.”
“Thank goodness.”
June paid attention while the nurse went over the paperwork with her. She’d definitely be up here again on Monday, to take the girls to a doctor. The little asshole who’d run into them was also here in the hospital, but Mark the Master had stepped in and not only made sure June wasn’t carrying before they left the house, he’d ordered her not to figure out where the kid was so she could give him a piece of her mind.
The seventeen-year-old was apparently lucky he hadn’t been killed, because of course he hadn’t been wearing his seatbelt, either. He’d received serious injuries, including head and facial lacerations where he’d hit the windshield, but somehow hadn’t flown all the way through it.
His parents had insurance on the practically new Mustang he’d been driving, though, so another of Mark’s calls tomorrow would be to Ed, since they were friends, to ask him about starting the lawsuit immediately.
Hopefully the girls wouldn’t have serious lasting injuries from the accident. June knew from her years coaching and participating in gymnastics that injuries which looked superficial at the start could have long-lasting consequences.
They helped the girls load into June’s car for the drive back to their apartment while Mark drove his truck and took their prescriptions to a drugstore to get them filled, and to get them some groceries. Because that’s where the girls had been heading—grocery shopping.
At least their apartment was clean. She’d taught them well in that respect. Perfect? No, but their apartment didn’t need to be. They didn’t have the time she did to devote to housekeeping. They were both in school. That it was as clean and tidy as it was honestly surprised June.
“At least we got this place clean this morning,” Sonya griped as they walked in. “If I’d known this was going to happen, we would’ve done more.”
“Yeah,” Maren agreed. She slowly sank to the couch with a pained grunt. “This freaking suuuucks.”
“Hey, you guys arealive,” June said. “We’ll sue that little asshole and his parents for as much as we can, Maren can have my car, so you two aren’t out transportation, and whatever we get from the lawsuit that isn’t paid out in doctor bills, we can use that to upgrade Sonya’s car, or put it into a savings account for both of you for a rainy-day fund.”
The girls looked at each other. “Savings account,” they both said at the same time, then laughed, which made June laugh—finally.
Her smart girls. Their father had instilled financial skills in them at an early age. One of the benefits of being the daughters of a CPA.
June went through the kitchen, checked the fridge, emptied the clean dishes from their dishwasher and loaded what was in the sink in there, and then cleaned their bathroom for them by the time Mark had made it there and started bringing in groceries. She walked outside to help him.
“So much for ropey fun,” she whispered to him.
He nuzzled the back of her neck. “Maybe we can still have a little fun when we get home tonight. Daddy will try to save his sweet little slut some energy.”
She shivered in good ways despite the heat and looked up into his green eyes to see him smiling down at her. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered back.
He kissed her, this one full of heat and desire, and had the girls seen it they would have been making the obnoxious gagging andewnoises they always did. “Hey, Daddy’s little slut needs to earn her brand new car, you know.”
June felt her clit throb in her jeans and bit down on her lower lip to hold back her throaty moan. She wanted to climb him and hump him right there in the apartment complex’s parking lot. “Yes, Daddy,” she said, earning herself a smile from her big bear of a man.
“And when we go car shopping,” he said, keeping his voice low, “I’m going with you, because I want to make sure it’s comfortable enough for me to fuck you in.”
Okay,nowshe was squirming and fighting the urge not to rub her thighs together. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He dropped her a wink and headed for the apartment, his hands full of grocery bags.
Oh, focus!They were supposed to be unloading groceries. She could tell he’d bought way more than had been on their list, but that was Mark. He was a great dad, and always had been. He was the disciplinarian in their house, but their daughters also knew he’d fight to the death to defend them and take care of them. If this had been their fault, sure, he would have gone shopping, but he wouldn’t have spoiled them rotten by getting them the two packages of Oreos she spotted in one bag, an item that hadn’t even been on their list but that he knew from being a good dad was their favorite.
She grabbed another load and followed him inside.
When she opened the door, she heard him fussing at them to not get up and let him and June put everything away.
“Listen to your father, both of you,” she playfully scolded. “We don’t get to spoil you very often, so let us.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they both said.
June caught the way Mark had to turn his back to them because he was trying not to laugh at that.
No, they didn’t mean itthatway—they’d raised their Southern daughters with manners. But it was still funny.
