“Thank you, Carri. That was a wonderful way to wake up.” Raising his head, he kissed her nose before sitting up, still holding her against his chest.
“Ow,” she breathed when her ankle got caught between his legs as he moved to the side of the bed.
“Oh, I’m sorry. How is your ankle feeling this morning?”
“It’s fine,” she said, clearly lying.
“I’m going to keep track and when your ankle really is better you’re going to get such a spanking,” he said as he knelt on the floor in front of her and quickly unwrapped the bandage.
“But I’m a good girl, Daddy,” she protested softly as he gently inspected her foot and lower leg.
The swelling had gone down quite a bit, but there was still quite a bit of bruising.
Kissing the top of her foot, he rewrapped the ankle before looking up at her. “You are a good girl, but you sucked me off before we discussed it, and now you think you can lie to Daddy about how your ankle feels.”
Carri huffed a sigh and crossed her arms. “Okay, but I don’t think I should get a spanking for waking you with a blowjob. That’s just being a good girlfriend.”
Rooker snickered as he rose and then lifted her into his arms. “You can think that all you want, but it’s still naughty for not waking me before you took matters in your own hands. Now, are your ready for day three of the convention?”
Arri wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “I guess so. I didn’t realize how tired being a salesperson would make me. I’m glad I don’t have to talk to people all day every day.”
Rooker could understand how she was feeling. It took him a while to make the transition from being a doctor seeing one patient at a time to being a store owner with many people vying for his attention.
“But just think how many Littles you’re making happy with your little creatures,” he said as he set her on the toilet and pulled up the back of her night shirt. “Go potty and I’ll be right back.”
He entered the bedroom long enough to turn off the radio and gather her clothes before returning. She had just pushed to her feet and froze when he growled at her.
He swept her up and set her on the counter. “Don’t move,” he ordered softly.
After using the toilet himself, he washed both their hands and dressed her. It filled his Daddy heart with joy to be able to help her this way. Once she was dressed, he carried her to the bedroom and then quickly dressed himself. Then he carried her to the kitchen and set her down at the table while he fried some bacon and eggs for breakfast. Toasting bread, he made them each a sandwich before sitting across from her.
“Eat up, we’ll have a crowd today since its Saturday. And I’ll bet you’ll have repeat sales from all the Littles who visited you the past couple of days.”
Chapter Thirteen
By the time the doors closed on Saturday afternoon, Carri was done. All she wanted was to pack up the remaining critters and take them home. She still did not want to just give them away, but she also did not think she had enough left in her to sit through one more day.
Her ankle was throbbing despite over-the-counter pain medication, her butt hurt from sitting all day, and her head hurt from being social when she really just wanted to hide in a closet and crochet. She was also out of patience with nosy customers who wanted to know all the details of how she’d injured herself, and her sisters who were hovering around her and treating her like a brainless twit.
Reaching across the table, she picked up the critters she could reach and tossed them into a box under the table. Once she finished the ones she could reach, she began breaking down her table.
An elephant out of her reach jumping off the table into the aisle proved to be the last straw.
Tears filled her eyes and overflowed as she tossed empty shoe boxes over her shoulder before wadding up the tablecloths hersisters had used to cover the boxes that had added height to her displays. She shoved them, and the last few animals into a box.
“What are you doing?” Lottie asked after she dealt with closing down her own booth for the night.
Carri saw Rooker approaching, so she waited until he was close enough to hear before answering.
“I’m done. I won’t be coming back tomorrow.”
While her words were directed at Lottie, her gaze remained on Rooker. He nodded back as if in agreement.
“But …” Lottie started, stopping when she could not come up with an argument.
Rooker stopped in front of the table and picked up the escaped elephant before moving around the table and knelt before her.
“How about we both take a day off? We can snuggle on the couch, watch movies and recover.”
