Dr. Daddy Dom
Little Lake Bridgeport, Book Two
By
Breanna Hayse
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Dr. Daddy Dom
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Table of Contents:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About Breanna Hayse
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Chapter 1
"Maybelle Corrine Marshall! Get your little backside down here this instant!"
"I don't wanna!" a female voice shouted back.
"I'm not going to repeat myself. You have until the count of three! One…"
"Do you have to yell, Layton? My head is pounding a mile a minute," Dr. Caine Marshall said tiredly to his older brother.
"Do you expect me to walk up there and get her? Two!"
"I expect her to mind you without the ruckus."
"Yeah, like that's going to happen. Thr—"
"I'm here!" Dressed in denim shorts and a pink gingham shirt with a matching bow in her blonde ponytail, the young woman bounced to a stop and squealed. "Daddy! You're home!" She launched herself into Caine's arms and climbed on to his lap to cover his face with kisses. "I didn't hear the truck pull up, or I would have met you at the door."
"That's because you have that damn music blasting," Layton grumbled, sitting on the couch next to his brother.
"Just because you don't like it, doesn't mean it's bad," May said.
"When I tell you to turn it down—" Layton began.
"Not now, you two. I'm exhausted and I have a headache. Sweetheart, will you please get me an aspirin and a bottle of water?" Caine asked, peeling off his lab coat and tossing it on the coffee table. "Why do I always have to come home to you two fighting? I swear, you sound like brother and sister instead of husband and wife."
"She's been deeply immersed in her Little headspace since you started this rotation, and you know how bratty she can be. I can only threaten to blister her so many times before I actually get around to doing it," Layton said.
"Is she jonesing? Maybe she wants it. You know she's a bit of a masochist," Caine said.
"I'm trying not to discipline her for acting out while she's in her Little mode, just like you asked me."
"All right, so why don't you try playing with that part of her persona instead of fighting with it? She's our wife, not just our Little, and arguing all the time isn't healthy for our marriage," Caine said.
"You're her daddy, but I'm her Dom. We have different roles and different rules."
"Nothing says that they can't intertwine. The dynamic that we have isn't like anyone else's, and we're still learning what works best. How about you let loose a little bit, stop being so uptight, and try to keep your attorney attitude away from our little girl? You might be surprised at her response," Caine said.
"Here, Daddy," May said, handing him the items. "Do you want me to rub your head?"
"Maybe later. What's with the 'tude, little one? Tell me why you're giving Layton such a hard time. It's not like you," Caine said, pulling her onto his lap.
"Sure it is. Besides, Auntie Sri said I was starving for male attention, and that my little personality helps me break down my walls, but not in a psycho mental way."
Caine chuckled, thinking of their close family friend, who worked as a psychiatrist for battered and abused women. "Yes, she is quite familiar with the psycho mental personality. Honey, an unpleasant attitude gives a person a false sense of control, but it's only temporary, and only ends up with a certain little someone getting paddled."
"That's exactly what she needs, too," Layton grumbled.
"I'll
remind you that Pop is the one who said that a bad attitude is ninety percent of what makes a successful court attorney. That was right before he suggested that you would do well in law school." Caine winked.
"It also explains why he's such a butthead." May wrinkled her nose.
"All right, that's enough. Be nice to Layton and stop with the sassing. You certainly are looking awfully pretty tonight. I thought you hated wearing pink," Caine said, fixing her hair bow and then brushing a kiss on her lips.
"I wanted to surprise you. I know you like me in pink," she answered with a sweet smile.
"I do; almost as much as I like seeing your bottom turn pink under my hand. I'm serious about asking you to stop arguing with Layton. I would much rather play spank you than discipline you, but you're cruising. I can't take this bickering right now," Caine told her.
"He started it. And tell him to shave. He's scruffy and it hurts my face when he kisses me."
"You heard the lady, bro. You are taking on a grizzly bear shadow."
Layton shrugged, running his hand over the stubble on his chin. "I want to keep it. It makes me look more like a badass, plus it turns her on. Ask her."
"You're so full of yourself, Layton Marshall," May said, scrunching her nose again. "And yeah, it turns me on, not that you're doing anything about that lately."
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you two. I'm sorry I've been gone so much, but Dallas is over an hour's drive from here, and when I'm on call, I can't go back and forth," Caine said.
"I just miss you so bad," May began. "Counselor Cranky Pants is such an asshat—"
"No swearing, young lady. That was also very disrespectful, so apologize." Caine frowned.
"For what? Swearing, or pointing out that he's been a jerk?"
"Maybelle, do you need a time out or a spanking? Keep it up and you will get at least one of those," Caine scolded. "I really don't know why the two of you fight so much when I'm gone. It's ridiculous, and I'm not in the mood to deal with it."
"We fight because you aren't here to be our referee. This family isn't the same when you're not home," Layton said.
"You know that I don't have a choice, and have to do this to keep my license. Please have patience, it's just for another week. Trust me, I want to be home and get some real sleep. I'm so tired."
"You do look like shit. Lie down on the couch while I make you something to eat. May? Keep Daddy company," Layton said.
Caine stretched out on the couch and patted his chest for his wife to cuddle him, musing about the fact that such a tiny thing could wreak so much havoc for his dominant, six foot two attorney brother. Layton was used to always getting his way without question, and May challenged that expectation at every step, even if it cost her a red bottom and time in the corner.
"Why are you being so stubborn?" he asked her quietly, kissing the top of her head.
"I'm really not. I'm just always doing something wrong around him, Caine. I'm too loud, too energetic, too horny… you name it," May said.
"Layton accused you of being too horny? Since when?"
"Actually, that was my addition," she said and sighed, tucking her head under his chin. "He just hasn't been in the mood for anything. He expects me to stay in my 'big' the entire time you're gone, and yet won't do anything with me. I know you guys are old, but I have needs."
"I don't think he expects that; he just doesn't have the patience for the energy level of a Little the way I do. As for your comment about our age, how do you figure that we're old? I'm just thirty-five and he's thirty-eight," Caine said. "We're at our prime."
"Yeah, but I'm twenty-one, and that makes you ancient. As for being in your prime, you need to show me, not just talk about it," she said, her hand trailing down his stomach towards his crotch.
He grabbed it and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "Not now, darling. I can barely keep my eyes open."
"That's what you said the last two times that you came home on a break. Don't you want me?"
"You know I do, but I can't function right now. I'm going to go to bed." He slowly sat up and lifted her off his body. "Let Layton know that I'm too tired to eat and that I have to be at the hospital by six am." The sad look on her face touched his heart and he held her face between his palms, kissing her soundly. "I'm off on Sunday, and we can have either a big girl or a little girl day. You choose."
"I can't have both?"
"Don't be greedy. I love you, cupcake." He kissed her again. "Good night. I'll call tomorrow when I get a breather."
"Night, Caine," she whispered, her eyes filled with disappointment.
***
"So, what's the verdict, Doc?"
Caine sighed and placed his clipboard on the desk, resting his tired blue eyes on the tall, sinewy man in front of him. "Have a seat, Ian, your pacing is giving me a headache. Here's the deal; she suffered a ruptured spleen, fractures to both wrists and her mandible, a concussion, and lots of nasty cuts and bruises. She'll make a full recovery, but it's going to take time and a lot of hard work. As it stands at the moment, we're possibly looking at anywhere between four to eight weeks, with a possible need for physical therapy, depending on how everything mends."
"Fuck." The handsome young cowboy shook his head. "Fuck!"
Caine continued, his slight drawl tinged with concern. "I was going through her chart and saw your comments about her history. How long has she been drinking?"
Ian Channing ran his hand through his thick black hair and sighed. "Too long. She's always liked going to parties and overdoing the booze, but over the last few years, it's gotten worse. I also need to tell you something."
"I'm listening."
"I filed for divorce. The late nights of worrying about her being out, her nasty attitude and lack of responsibility, and the way she's treated me just got to be too much, and I cracked. I couldn't handle it anymore." He looked down. "She's out of control and there was nothing I could do to stop her."
"Nothing?" Caine asked.
"I tried everything I could think of. She refused to go to AA meetings or counseling, refused to move away from the area and the influences, and won't talk to me about anything. I wanted to make this marriage work, Caine. I really did, but I'm miserable." Ian glanced over his shoulder and paused. "I guess we're both miserable. So, it's over. I gave her the papers last night, and then she went and did this." He gestured to the patients' rooms.
The physician thoughtfully tapped his pen on the edge of his chair as he contemplated his client's situation. "She is going to need someone to take care of her while she heals. Because of the wrist fractures, she is going to be dependent on help for several weeks. Does she have any family?"
"Her father's out of the country. He works overseas as a salesman or something and is rarely home. She lost her mother about three years ago, right after we got married. She was hit by a drunk driver," Ian told him.
"Do you think that's what set Savannah off on this path of self-destructive activity?"
"Probably? Maybe? I don't know."
"I'll get in touch with a social worker and see about getting her admitted into a rehab facility."
"No," Ian said firmly. "I want to take care of her. It's the least I can do after I made her do this." He roughly wiped away the glistening tears from his eyes.
Caine wrinkled his forehead, seeing his old friend's distress. "Ian, listen to me. Savannah's accident wasn't your fault. Yes, she was intoxicated, but that the road was dark and the motorcycle driver didn't see her. You can't blame yourself for this."
"She grabbed a bottle and took off right after I gave her the papers. She was so upset that she couldn't talk, so she just started running. I just wish I could have fixed things before it came to this. I love her, and would have done anything for her, but…" Ian trailed off, sadly.
"I know. Please remember that I'm here for you. You have my whole family if you need us. You don't have to be a stranger anymore. Let me help you, okay?"
"Thanks. Tell me
what to do. I'm at a loss."
"To start, you need to take care of yourself," Caine told him. "It's been a long night and you look like crap. She's in good hands now so I want you to go home, take a hot shower and get some rest. You need to clear your head before you make any rash decisions. Are you still staying at her father's house?"
"Yeah. I hate that place, too. It's in the middle of the city and within walking distance to nearly every liquor store in the county. Her driver's license was suspended, but that didn't stop her from buying the stuff. I've been wanting us to get our own place for a long time, but she wouldn't budge. My life with her has just been one fat 'no' with regards to everything."
"I'll tell you what," Caine said, scribbling on a piece of paper. "My brother and I have some investment property near our place on Lake Bridgeport. How about you stay there while she recovers? It's away from the city, the community is very quiet, and it's close by to both myself and a psychiatrist friend of mine in case you need us. It won't cost you a dime either, and you are welcome to live there for as long as you want."
"I don't know. Your brother—"
"Layton has mellowed out over the last few years, and there is no reason why the two of you can't get along like adults. Personally, I think it's time that you gentlemen stop your feuding and make up. You were my dad's number one ranch hand, and used to be close friends with everyone in my family," Caine said.
"He's never forgiven me for that incident when he caught me in the hay with his girlfriend."
Caine rolled his eyes. "That happened over ten years ago, and they weren't even exclusive. I'll bet you that he doesn't even remember her name. You're letting your guilt dictate your life, Ian, and it's time to get over it. You need a new beginning, and Savannah needs to be somewhere safe to heal, get sober, and learn to make better decisions for her future. Once she's on her feet again, you two can work out what you both need to do."
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