“One second, Little companion,” he tells me. “Let me get this wet so I can clean you up.”
Is he going to make me clean up the vomit on the floor? Just the thought makes me curl my arm around my stomach, nausea bubbling inside of me. I’ve never been good with vomit and anything surrounding it.
Daddy walks in front of me and gently cup my face before wiping it with a wet cloth.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he purrs.
Leaning into this hand, I take a deep breath and close my eyes, letting my body his touch calm me. I didn’t know just a single touch from him would allow me to relax.
What has he done to me?
“Daddy is going to call the doctor and clean up the mess while you lie on the couch.” He picks me up.
I snuggle into his embrace, not fully comprehending what he just said. Doctor? Why would he call a doctor?
Wait.
“I don’t want to lie on the sofa,” I mumble into his chest.
He runs his hand up and down my back, calming me even more as I hear him talk on something.
“We are home,” Daddy says. “Yes, please do. I have several questions.”
Daddy walks toward the window, and I grip onto him tighter. What is he doing? I thought he said he wasn’t going to go over there again with me.
“Please,” I beg. “I’ll be good.”
“Shhh,” Daddy rocks me back and forth. “Everything is okay. You aren’t going too near the window. I’m just going to place you on the ground with some pillows around you, so won’t roll over and hurt yourself while I clean up the mess.”
“I don’t,” but I stop myself.
Why do I want to be so close to him all the time? Why does my heart rate spike when he isn’t touching me?
“I’m only going to be a couple of minutes, and then I’ll pick you right back up,” he gently says as he places me on the ground.
Whimpering, I look at him with tears in my eyes and try to lift my arms. From this angle and the exhaustion running through me from today’s events, it’s nearly impossible to hold them up.
Daddy grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. “You’re going to be okay,” he whispers as he sets a pillow to my left. “Daddy is only going to be a couple of minutes, and then I’ll be right back.”
But I don’t want him to be away from me at all. I want him close to me. But he lets go of my hand and stands to his full height. Before I know it, he is out of my sight, and I suck in a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
With each passing second, though, my pulse gets faster and faster.
“Da-Daddy,” I whimper.
“I’m almost done.” His soothing voice fills the room. “Just listen to my voice and try to breathe. Everything is going to be okay. I’m in the same room. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”
My heart doesn’t know that, and nor does my body. It is like they have a mind of their own, and it’s only related to Daddy and nothing else.
“I’m here,” a deep voice calls out.
Shrieking, my eyes go wide as I look around my limited vision. Where did the person come from? Who is he?
“That is Yamal,” Daddy explains as he comes into my line of sight. “He is a doctor and is going to check over you.”
Daddy picks me up, and I immediately snuggle into his chest, taking a deep breath and wrapping my arms around his neck. I don’t want him to me let go again.
“Let me set up the table and then we can do the check up,” Yamal says, but I don’t dare look to watch him.
