He moved back and picking up the house, tilted it so she could see underneath.
For Caley
From Daddy and Papa who love her very much.
She sobbed, burying her face in Archer’s chest.
“Shit, Archer, what do we do?”
“Take it away,” Archer told him. “Get it out of her sight.”
“No, Daddy, don’t!” She jumped out of Archer’s lap and raced over to the small house, hugging it. Carefully. “I love it.”
“Then why did you cry?” Issy asked.
“It just…it’s amazing. And special. And I can’t believe you guys did this for me. Thank you!” She jumped at Issy, hugging him tight before moving to Archer, giving him a squeeze. “Thank you so much. I’m so lucky.”
“Nope,” Issy told her, moving up behind her so she was wrapped up in their embrace.
“What he means is that we’re the lucky ones,” Archer told her.
“Christ. I hate when he does that,” Issy grumbled.
She giggled.
She waited until later that night to give them their present.
She sat between them on the huge couch.
“What’s this, poppet?” Archer grumbled. “You’re not working tonight.”
She cleared her throat. “Uhh, no. I thought you might like to read a bit of the book I’m working on. You’ll probably want to wait until it’s finished to read it all. But here’s the beginning.”
“Wait, I finally get to read a book you’ve written?” Issy asked, half turning towards her.
Heat filled her cheeks. “It’s only fair. Since it’s about the two of you.”
She stared down at the opening words.
If I’d known the thunderstorm was going to bring them to me, I wouldn’t have been so scared. I would have known that my life was going to change. That nothing would ever be the same.
And I would have told myself that I never had to be frightened again.
They were going to heal me. Body and soul.
Because the two of them, they were going to be my saviors, my heroes, my protectors.
My Daddy and my Papa.
Heal Me, Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 8) Page 34
