“It’s okay, I figure you wouldn’t know. Which means you will need to get a shot just in case.” Yamal smiles softly at me.
I shake my head. “No.”
I grip onto Daddy’s shirt even tighter and take a deep breath in. There is no way I am going to get a shot. Nope.
“Little one, it’s not up for discussion. Yamal says you need to get a shot so you don’t get any sort of infection. Youaregoing to get one. I don’t want you getting hurt,” Daddy says.
“No,” I say once again.
“Leah.” His tone holds warning, but I don’t pay any mind to it.
“I don’t want a shot,” I whine and pull my foot away from Yamal.
Yamal lets me take my leg back and chuckles. “Do you want to get sick?”
I open and close my mouth. Of course I don’t want to get sick, but I don’t want to get a shot either. They hurt, and you end up having to get more shots afterward.
“Pills?” I ask.
Yamal shakes his head. “We don’t have pills for this. It only comes in injection form.”
“No,” I firmly say.
“Little one,” Daddy growls. “You are going to get the injection.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Yes,” he counters.
I glare at Daddy, letting go of his shirt.
“No.”
Daddy grips my cheeks with his hand and brings my face closer to his. “Yes, and that’s the end of the discussion.”
Before I can fully comprehend what I’m doing, my fist flies in the air and hitting Daddy in the chest.
“No!” I raise my voice.
Time freezes around us as Daddy and I stare at each other.
“Did you just hit me?” Daddy slowly asks.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I mumble and look away from him.
“I think you do. Did you just hit me?” he asks once again. “Think twice before answering.”
I take a shaky breath in and slowly let it out. Shit. I look down at my hand and point at it with my other hand.
“How naughty of you to do something like that. I didn’t tell you to do that. I think you should go out for time-out or have a spanking,” I lecture my hand.
“I thinkyouneed to have a spanking as well,” Daddy hums.
My mouth falls open as I look up at Daddy. “My hand does. It was all my hand, not me!”
He raises an eyebrow. “It was you, and you know it.”
I shake my head. “It really wasn’t me. My hand must have a brain of its own and decided to do it by itself.”
