Page 19 of Smoke
“Uncle Dawson will get you some more medicine for it, okay?”
“Unka Smoke,” she corrected.
I grinned. “Uncle Smoke will get you some more medicine for it.”
I grabbed her a few pillows before stepping back into the closet. “Lay down, baby, and let me help you get settled.”
“Babygirl,” she said, patting her chest with her free arm. Her beautiful face was bearing a very large frown.
Chuckling, I stroked my thumb over her forehead. “Lay down, babygirl, and let me help you get settled.”
She snuggled down on her side into her blankets. Kneeling, I gently lifted her arm and propped it up. “How’s your head feeling?”
“Little ouchie.”
“Yeah, unfortunately concussions make f0r ouchie heads. The medicine I’m going to give you will help with both owies,” I told her. “Uncle Smoke is going to make you a baba to drink because the medicine will make you thirsty too. Do you have a favorite baba or do you want one Uncle Smoke has?”
She raised her good arm and pointed toward a pink tote. Standing, I searched the tote and found a pink bottle with fairies on it. “This one?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Alright, babygirl. I’ll be right back,” I promised.
“Right back?”
“I promise.”
“‘kay.”
I headed downstairs, filled her bottle with watered-down apple juice, and grabbed her medicine and an applesauce pouch.
When I got back to her bedroom, she had a bunny stuffie snuggled to her chest. There was something about seeing a Little girl with a stuffie that turned me into a puddle of goop. It was just tooth-rottingly sweet.
She smiled when she looked up at me and I knew immediately I was more gone than I’d already been.
Kneeling back in front of her, I pulled the top off the applesauce pouch. “Dr. Elliot only had big- girl pills and I know they may be hard for you to swallow. He told me applesauce may help.”
“Help?” she asked, lifting her head.
“Yes, help. I’m going to give you a bit in your mouth, then we’re going to put the pill in, and all you have to do is swallow,” I explained, working very hard to keep my mind out of the gutter.
“Babygirl can do it,” she said, giving me a confident nod.
“Babygirlcando it,” I agreed, melting even more.
Once she’d taken the medicine and I’d handed her the bottle, I tucked her in and kissed her forehead.
“Uncle Smoke is going to leave your closet door open so he can hear you, okay?”
She nodded.
“Alright, babygirl, sleep good.”
I stood and left the closet. I’d make sure she was asleep before I relocated the baby monitor I’d hidden in her room.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I called Bash. “I need your help.”
“Anything. What’s up?”
