Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“Yes, you do. Come on, it’s no different from when Daddy helps you go those other times.”
But it really, really was.
Once they were both fully dressed, he lifted her into his arms and walked outside.
“This sucks. This really, really sucks,” she grumbled. “If Sebastian came back alive, I’d kill him dead again!”
“Just because you have to go potty outside?” he asked.
“Yes!” she cried.
He hadn’t put a shoe on her sore foot, probably because she couldn’t stand on it, she guessed. But how was she going to pee on one leg?
The snow was still coming down and should have been pretty and magical. Instead, it was cold, and all she wanted was her cabin with her fireplace, a cup of hot cocoa and lasagna.
“I want lasagna.”
“When we get home, I’ll make you a huge tray.”
“With garlic bread.”
“You got it,” he said as he stopped and set her down on her good foot, holding her steady. He kicked a small hole in the snow and then stood behind her, supporting her while he undid her pants and drew them and her panties down to her knees.
“Right, crouch back as though sitting on the toilet,” he told her. “I’ll hold your weight.”
“And I want hot cocoa with lots of whipped cream,” she said, completely humiliated. “And tiny marshmallows.”
“Of course, you deserve those marshmallows.”
Darn right, she did.
“I can’t do it,” she wailed.
“Sing the pee song with me,” he commanded.
Oh. Heck.
They sung it together and she started to go.
After she was finished, he did her pants back up and lifted her into his arms again, this time, cradling her against his chest.
“You’re a good girl. Well done. Daddy is so proud of you.”
Well.
She guessed if Daddy was proud of her, it wasn’t so bad to pee in the snow.
“I did do a very good job, didn’t I?” she murmured.
“You did, baby. Best pee in the snow I’ve ever seen.”
Yeah, that’s what she’d thought.
51
The boredom was getting to her.
Bebe had never been someone who could sit around for long periods. Especially when she was just sitting and watching someone else do everything.
She felt useless.
And she hated that.
“I’m just going to go on a bit of a scouting mission now that the snow has stopped. All right?” Corbin asked.
Don’t go.
I don’t want to be alone.
She nodded. “Okay.”
“I’m hoping there’s something in the small shed out back that might help. I’ll see. But I need you to promise me you’ll stay inside and stay still.”
She bit her lip.
“Bebe,” he warned. “Promise.”
“Fine. I’ll stay inside.”
“And stay off your foot.”
“Yep. I will.”
“That’s a good girl. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He kissed her before heading outside.
Crap.
She hated the idea of him out there alone, even though she knew it was necessary. And she really didn’t like the idea of being here alone.
Grr. She was so bored.
But she lay down and started counting the cobwebs in the room.
No. Nope. That wasn’t a good idea, because now she was thinking about spiders.
And that’s when she heard it. A rustling noise. The sound of feet scrabbling against wood and then a huge fucking rat!
She screamed and tried to scramble away from the rat, which, thankfully, ran off.
Bebe breathed in deep, trying to calm herself. But seriously! A rat was a step too far.
Just then, her stomach started rumbling. What the heck? It better not be thinking about rat stew, because that wasn’t happening.
Then her bladder grew heavier. And tighter.
No, no, no.
This was all Corbin’s fault! He was always making her drink water.
She could wait until he got back. But he had so much to do.
And you promised to stay inside.
Fine. But she needed something to protect herself against the rat. So she decided to slide herself over to the broom leaning against the wall in the corner of the room.
Then she thought about the cobwebs. Spiders were almost as bad as rats.
Grabbing the broom, she tried to hold it up and swipe at the cobweb above her. But she couldn’t reach it.
Darn it.
Okay, she was going to have to pull herself up. Grasping hold of the counter, she drew herself up and hopped around, holding up the broom.
But apparently, hopping around with a full bladder wasn’t a smart idea.
Shoot. She couldn’t hold on. She was going to have to go. She thought about finding something to pee in, but that was just a step too far. So she pulled on her jacket and hopped toward the front door. She was already winded as well as worried about falling over when she tried to hop through the snow.
Well . . . there was nothing else she could do.
Corbin knew something was wrong when he saw the door to the cabin was slightly ajar.
The good news was that he didn’t think they were far from his truck. And he’d found an old toboggan in the shed he thought they could use when they set out.