While I want to show him that he can’t boss me around, it was an honest mistake for me to say that out loud.
“Chale,” Yamal whispers.
“I didn’t mean to say it out loud. It came out before I could even do anything. Please don’t spank me. Please don’t give me more time-out,” I beg him, my whole body shaking.
“Chale,” Yamal scolds him.
“She hasn’t shown any symptoms yet, but I’ve been keeping a close eye on her. I think her body is fighting something with how nervous and anxious she has been the past several days.” Daddy stands up.
Me anxious?
I have never been anxious in my life.
“Can you tell me more about it?” Yamal asks.
Daddy walks toward me and bends down in front of the kennel.
“I promise I didn’t mean to talk,” I whisper, tears in my eyes as I look up at Daddy. “I wasn’t trying to talk and disobey you.”
Panic runs through me as Daddy stares at me. What is he going to do? Is he going to pull me out of the kennel and punish me in front of Yamal?
I suck in a breath, trying to fill my lungs.
“Please,” I whisper.
“You’re okay,” Daddy gently says. “I know you didn’t mean it.”
“Please don’t punish me.” I blink up at him.
Daddy picks me up and holds me close as he walks over to where Yamal is sitting on the couch.
“You aren’t going to get punished. I know you didn’t mean it,” Daddy tells me. “Just take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Such a good Little pet. And another one, slowly let it out again.”
I feel myself calming down.
“Can you tell me about her feeling anxious?” Yamal asks. “This is important information.”
“At first, I thought it was because she was cold, but even after spending hours against my skin and warming up, she still shakes. Sometimes it’s small tremors, and other times it’s more pronounced,” Daddy explains. “I kept asking her how she felt, and it’s in her voice at times. I think she is just anxious about this whole situation.”
Yamal hums and writes several things down.
“I’m okay,” I mutter as I look up at Daddy. “I’m not anxious at all.”
But as I say those words, Daddy gives me a knowing look. He cups my face and gently runs his thumb over my cheek.
“It’s okay for you to feel anxious, but we don’t want it to get out of hand. I know all of this is new to you, and you are trying to navigate a new life, but I will not let anything happen to you,” Daddy says. “I want you happy, calm, and protected.”
“I will have some medicine delivered to help with this. I suggest either giving it to her before she goes to bed or in the morning,” Yamal suggests. “And if it doesn’t seem to help, call me, and we can talk about it. There is another girl who also gets anxious. We have been working on what the right dosage is, but I think one pill once a day will be enough for Leah until she gains more weight.”
“I really don’t need medicine,” I tell Daddy. “I don’t want to have to swallow them or remember to take them. I don’t do well with stuff like that.”
Daddy chuckles. “Good thing you won’t have to swallow them or remember to take them. Daddy will be helping you take them, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”
My eyebrows scrunch together as I look at him. “What do you mean?”
“I will take my leave right now before you get into this.” Yamal stands up. “If you need anything else, call me.”
“Thank you again,” Daddy replies. “I’ll keep you updated.”
