“Daddy!” I yell. “Don’t leave me in here.”
“You didn’t go in yesterday, and you are going to stay in there until Yamal leaves.” Daddy walks off and picks up his phone.
Tears pool in my eyes as I stare at him.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimper, continuing to hold onto the bars. “Let me out.”
Daddy places his phone on the counter and walks over to me, kneeling to be at eye-level with me.
“I will not take you out of there. You are going to stay in until Yamal leaves, and then I will,” Daddy says once again. “I know you don’t want to be in there and don’t like it, but you are going to have to get used to it. There will be times that you have to go into the kennel and not fight Daddy on it.”
I push my bottom lip out, and his eyes immediately zero in on it.
“Cute, but it’s not going to work on me. You are going to stay in there no matter what.” Daddy boops my nose and stands.
There is a knock on the door, and Daddy leaves me to answer the door.
“Yamal, thank you for coming,” Daddy announces. “She’s in the kennel for now and won’t be coming out. Unless you need to look at her.”
I connect gazes with Yamal and plead with my eyes for him to come up with something. I need to get out of here.
“I won’t be needing to look at her. Unless you have concerns, Yamal sits on one of the couches. “What can I help with?”
Daddy plops down on the couch in front of the kennel so he has direct eye contact with me.
“Adryn was wondering if she can get pregnant,” Daddy says. “And if she can, is there anything we can do to prevent it?”
“Have you guys had sex yet?” Yamal asks, looking at Daddy.
“No, we haven’t yet,” he replies. “But I think it’s on her mind, and she’s worried about it.”
Worried is an understatement. I’m only in my twenties, and I’m not ready to be a mother. I’ve never thought about it since we couldn’t get pregnant on the space station. It was never an option, and I came to terms with it.
Yamal nods and looks at me before looking away.
“So?” Daddy asks. “Can she get pregnant, or do we need to be careful?”
“They cannot get pregnant from us,” Yamal replies.
“Why didn’t you just answer that to begin with and not ask all of these questions?” I ask before I can stop myself. “You and Daddy are a lot alike. Don’t like to answer questions right away but ask several before.”
Maybe it’s a Venkorian thing and they can’t help it, but they should learn. It’s irritating when they ask questions but don’t answer them.
“Did I say you could talk?” Daddy asks as he turns to me.
I shake my head.
“No, I didn’t. So why are you talking?” he asks.
I open and close my mouth. I know the rules when people come over, and yet I didn’t pay any attention to them.
“This is your last warning. Talk again without asking me, and you will land yourself over my lap,” he says before turning to Yamal. “Thank you for letting us know. That will ease some of the tension and.”
I only asked Daddy the question and told him I didn’t want to get pregnant. Did he really know I was worrying about it so much? I thought I had been hiding it rather well, but apparently I wasn’t.
“Is there anything else you need?” Yamal asks.
“Can I get anxiety meds for her?” Daddy asks.
