Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

Her eyes started to close. “Wolfe. Where’s Wolfe?”

“He’s coming. He’s getting you something to drink. Just rest. Don’t think. Rest.”

“Here, I made her a hot chocolate.”

Had he remembered hot chocolate was her favorite? Or had he just thought she’d want one to help her sleep? She peered at the bottle he handed Caleb with confusion. Why had he put the hot chocolate in a bottle?

Maybe because you can’t exactly drink out of a mug.

Even if she wasn’t swaddled up like a babe, she didn’t think she’d be able to stop shaking enough to hold a hot drink in her hands.

Then she got a good look at the bottle. With the big nipple on the end.

Oh no.

Really?

“That’s a baby’s bottle.”

“It’s for a big Little girl,” Wolfe said matter-of-factly. “I bought some things and had them delivered from a shop in the city in case your Little was that young.”

“She’s not. Or I don’t think she is. Maybe. I don’t really know.”

“Easy, jelly bean,” Caleb said soothingly. He continued to rock her back and forth. “Don’t overthink it tonight. Just let us take care of you. We can reset in the morning. But for now, just be.”

Just be.

She wanted that so much. She slumped against him and nodded. “All right.”

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured to her. Then to her shock, he put the nipple of the bottle in his mouth, tipped his head back, and took a sip. He must have sensed her surprise. “Just checking the temperature.”

“As if I’d hand over something that might burn her,” Wolfe growled, obviously insulted.

“You’re right. Sorry, man. Open, jelly bean.”

He placed the nipple of the bottle in her mouth. She took a pull. For a moment it was weird. But as she continued to suck and warm, sweet hot chocolate filled her mouth, she felt herself growing sleepy.

It was kind of nice.

And for the first time in years. She felt well and truly safe.

24

Lying on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling.

For the past three days, she’d done nothing but rest and eat. Every time she’d tried to bring up something about her father or anything to do with her relationship with them, the guys had changed the subject.

She chewed her lower lip.

Maybe they’re regretting bringing you here?

She rubbed at her temples, feeling a headache starting to develop. She forced herself to relax her jaw. She knew they were trying to keep her from worrying about anything. But the not knowing was worse. Wondering what her father was doing. If he was looking for her. If anyone was looking for her. What would everyone think when she wasn’t at the funeral? Not for the first time, she wondered if she should contact her uncle.

Urgh. She couldn’t just lie here and stress. She flung back the bed covers. Wolfe had set up a schedule which included daily afternoon naps. But she wasn’t interested in napping. She was going to worry herself into an ulcer if she stayed in this bed any longer.

She knew the guys were just trying to follow the doctor’s orders. They were taking care of her. It was sweet and somewhat stifling. But she was feeling much better. Right now, what she needed was to stop thinking.

Slowly, she stood, resting her weight on her sore foot. They were still carrying her everywhere. It would be nice to move around on her own. Or to not have someone help her in and out of the bath.