“Suppositories?”
My eyes go wide when Yamal says that word. I clench my cheeks together and open my mouth to talk, but quickly close it before Daddy can look at me. I don’t want him to stick medicine up my bottom.
“Is she still anxious whenever she isn’t next to you?” Yamal asks.
My mouth hangs open as I look at him. How did he know that? Chale was the only one I had talked to about that.
Daddy hums. “Yes, she is.”
How can I help it? It’s not my fault that whatever they injected me with had a weird side effect to it. If I could go back, I wouldn’t allow them to do it, so I didn’t have to feel like this all the time.
“I will have some delivered later this afternoon,” Yamal replies and stands. “If you need anything else, just call me, and I can come look her over or answer over the phone.”
“Thank you again.” Daddy stands and walks him to the door.
Yamal doesn’t say bye to me, and part of me feels a little hurt. I know he didn’t because Daddy said I didn’t have permission to talk, but he could have waved. That doesn’t involve talking.
Daddy walks over to the kennel and kneels in front of it. I hold my breath as I wait for him to tell me that he is going to leave me in here for a little longer and break his promise.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here,” Daddy gently says.
He opens the top of the kennel and picks me up, holding me close to his chest. Tears run down my face with relief as I snuggle into his chest.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he gently says. “I was always going to take you out of the kennel.”
But I didn’t know that. I thought I was going to get stuck in there since I spoke out of turn.
Daddy gently starts rocking me back and forth as he walks around the living room.
“You’re okay,” he coos at me. “Daddy has you and isn’t going anywhere.”
I let out all my emotions as he continues to rock me in his arms, calming me down slowly. I don’t know how much time has passed, but the tears stop and Daddy sits on the couch, holding me on his lap.
“Let’s talk about it.” Daddy pulls me away from him, so I look at him. “What were you feeling?”
A lot.
I was feeling every single emotion before Daddy told me he was going to take me out of the kennel.
“I was worried you were going to leave me in there again and leave,” I whisper. “I was worried I was going to pee myself and have to sit in it for who knows how long.”
All very traumatizing.
Daddy cups my face and gently rubs his thumb across my cheeks. “I’m sorry I let that happen the first time. It was a mistake, and I intend to never make that one again.”
I lean into his right hand and take a deep breath.
“If I leave and put you in the kennel, I will have someone come over to change you, or I will put something in there for you to go to the bathroom so you don’t have to sit in it.” Daddy tells me. “But I don’t think I will leave you for long in the kennel while I’m gone. I don’t like being away from you either.”
At least I know it’s not one-sided.
I lean forward and press my lips to his without thinking.
“Please,” I murmur against them.
Now that I know I won’t get pregnant if we have sex, I want to have it. I want to feel him inside of me.
“Please what?” Daddy asks, pulling away.
