Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“Please, Daddy.”
“All right,” he said reluctantly. “Let’s put this all away. You can examine me, then it will be time for a nap.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she said. She packed everything away. Then patted the bed. “Lie down, Daddy.”
He lay on his back. She picked up the stethoscope. Then she unbuttoned his shirt to listen to his heart.
She pretended to listen as he breathed. “Sounds good, Daddy. You still got a heart.”
“Good to know.”
She grabbed the tongue depressor. “Please sit up, open your mouth and say ahh.”
He sat, facing her and opened his mouth. She stuck the depressor on his tongue. He pulled his head back, choking slightly. “Watch where you’re putting that, little darling.”
“Whoops. Sorry, Daddy.” She was more careful this time. “Hmm, your throat seems a bit red. We need to take your temperature. Take your pants off and lie down on your tummy.”
She held the thermometer up with a grin.
He just chuckled and shook his head. “Nice try, Doctor Darling, but that is going nowhere near my ass.”
She pouted. “We could use the real one.”
“Nope. Just put that one under my tongue. No butt stuff for me today.”
“Another day then?” She perked up at that.
He laughed again. She loved it when he laughed. He sounded so carefree. “Sorry, Doctor Darling. Not happening.”
She sighed but took his temperature and his blood pressure, ending up by testing his reflexes.
“What’s the verdict?” he asked.
“You are…not dead.”
He grinned then pretended to wipe the sweat from his brow. “Whew. Thank God for that. I was worried for a second there.”
She giggled at his silliness.
“Being dead would have put a real hitch in my plans.”
“What plans?” she asked as he helped her tidy up.
“Why, to marry the most beautiful, gorgeous girl on the planet.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap. “Nothing is more important than that.”
7
She was so bored.
Being bored wasn’t a good thing for a Little confined to her bed. Thanks to Doc’s medicine and Clint’s somewhat over-the-top care, she was feeling so much better. Her nose was no longer blocked. She didn’t have a headache or a sore throat.
They’d settled into a routine. She’d play and watch T.V. in bed in the mornings while Clint worked in his office, with the baby monitor on to make sure she was behaving herself. They ate every meal together, with him watching her every bite.
Then after lunch, she’d take a nap. Her favorite time of the day came after she woke up. They’d play games or he’d help her color or they’d watch a movie. Then bath and bed. But she was starting to get restless now that she was feeling better.
Unfortunately, Doc and Clint continued to insist that she rest. So she was still stuck in this bed.
It sucked.
Sitting around doing nothing just wasn’t in her nature. Not even Doc’s entertainment box for sick Littles was interesting her anymore
She was feeling good now. And she wanted to know how the wedding plans were coming along. But Clint wouldn’t tell her.
Meanie.
Right now, though, Clint wasn’t around. She knew he had some phone calls to make in his office. She just needed to find her phone so she could text the reception place and perhaps the florist. And maybe the cake decorator.
At least she’d been allowed to have her dress fitting. Unfortunately, she had lost a bit of weight so it had to be taken in slightly, but the woman had told her it would be ready in time.
She started by searching the bedroom and wardrobe. Where could he have stashed it?
Too obvious, Charlie.
She stood and stepped out of the bedroom. Shoot. She turned back, remembering the baby monitor. She could ‘accidentally’ knock it over but that would just make him come fix it.
Same thing if she turned it off.
What about if she made it look like she was sleeping? It was a risk. She was going to be in trouble if he found out. But she just needed a few minutes to check the living room and kitchen. Without giving herself any more time to think, she quickly shoved a couple of pillows under the covers to make it look like she was sleeping.
Her bottom tingled, almost in warning.
She got it. This was a bad, bad idea.
But she was going insane here. There were five days to go until her wedding. They’d had to postpone her bridal shower until tomorrow evening. The spa attendant who had been going to do their nails and facials at the spa had agreed to come out to the ranch after she was finished work for the day, which was awfully nice of her.
She’d be sure to give her a big tip.
When Charlie thought the bed looked as good as it was going to get, she quickly made her way over to the bedroom door. She crossed her fingers, hoping that Clint wouldn’t storm up the stairs asking her what the hell she was doing. But as she eased the door open and leaned out, she didn’t hear a thing.