A Little Easter Delight – MC Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 27069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
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When he returned, he wasn’t surprised to see Mr. Fluffy sitting beside the bed, his head on the mattress as he stared at Millie. The only time the dog showed any signs of life was when Millie was in pain. The rest of the time, he was a lazy ball of fur.

Although he’d never known the dog to grab her handbag. Maybe he hadn’t. Perhaps Millie had picked it up, then collapsed before she could get her medication out.

“Baby doll, pills.” He sat on the bed, facing her. There was already a bottle of water on the nightstand.

“Noo,” she moaned as he drew her carefully up with his hand behind her head, supporting her.

“Yes,” he replied firmly. “You need these pills.”

“Noo.”

“Millie, do as Daddy says. Open your mouth.”

To his surprise, she actually parted her lips and he put the pills on her tongue, then helped her take a few sips of water.

“That’s Daddy’s good girl.” He laid her back down and then grabbed a blanket to place over her, tucking it around her.

Then he pulled all the curtains closed. Darkness and quiet was what she needed right now.

Closing the door to the hallway, he drew a chair over to the bed and sat on it, taking her wrist in his hand. He placed his fingers on her pulse.

Steady pulse.

Logically, he knew it was a migraine and that she would be all right. But he didn’t always operate on logic when it came to his girl. He had to make certain that she was well. That’s why he sometimes sat there, watching her breathe, monitoring her pulse.

Just to make sure that she was still with him.

Because she wasn’t ever allowed to leave him.

Spike wasn’t sure he could ever live without Millie.

“I’m okay,” she said in a pained voice. “Sorry I worried you.”

“Shh,” he told her. “You don’t need to worry about me. You need to be sleeping.”

“Love you.”

“I love you too, baby doll. Rest now. Daddy is here to take care of you.”

5

Millie felt like crap.

Pure and utter crap.

Opening her eyes, she stared straight into Mr. Fluffy’s face.

“Your breath stinks.”

“Woof.”

Awesome. Just what she needed. Some more air in her face.

“Still stinks,” she muttered.

He just gave her a huff of disbelief and then drew away, flopping down with a groan.

Right. She got the message. She was hard work.

With a moan, she sat up. The world kind of swum for a moment and she had to convince her stomach that she didn’t need to vomit up its meager contents.

It was a hard fight, though.

She hated the aftermath of a migraine almost as much as she detested the migraine itself. She always felt like a train had run her over, then backed up to run over her again.

But as much as she just wanted to hide in bed and forget any of this had happened, she really, really needed to pee.

She stood and the world spun again.

“Stupid building. Stay still,” she muttered.

Mr. Fluffy let out another bark. She wasn’t sure what he was trying to say. It was difficult to tell the difference between ‘stupid human’ and ‘I love you.’ She kind of thought it might be something in the middle.

Moving forward, she stumbled her way to the bathroom and collapsed on the toilet with a sigh.

Then she nearly cried as she realized she still had panties on.

“Stupid panties.”

“I don’t know, I’m rather fond of your panties,” Spike told her quietly.

She could have cried in relief. “Daddy. Panties.”

“Yes, I know. You think they’re stupid.”

“Off.” Millie didn’t care that she was sitting on the toilet. That she was basically asking him to strip her off.

She had to pee.

Right. Freaking. Now.

“Millie,” Spike grumbled. “Why didn’t you call for me?” He lifted her to her feet and reached under her skirt to pull her panties down before sitting her back on the toilet.

A sigh of relief left her as she peed. “Didn’t know where you were.”

“I had the baby monitor on. I would have heard you.”

Okay. She made a mental note to complain about him watching her sleep later. When she had energy. Right now, she barely had the energy to clean herself up.

Lifting her, Spike carried her back into the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

“I don’t wanna go back to bed, Daddy.”

He eyed her, then grunted. She wasn’t sure if that was a grunt of agreement or not.

Sometimes she was well-versed in Spike-Speak. Other times, not so much. But he picked her back up, cradling her against him like she was tiny.

When she definitely wasn’t.

But Spike made her feel that way. Like she was fragile and precious.

He walked into her playroom. She loved her playroom. The cream walls with decals all over them. The huge tree that spanned almost two full walls with little fairy houses hanging from the branches. Along with fairies flying through the air.


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