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  Chapter Twenty-six

  As the movie credits began to roll across the screen, Zoey began to squirm. She gasped as she wet her diaper in gushes. “Jillian,” she cried out to the room’s intercom, “Could you come help me? I’ve had an accident.”

  Jillian walked in a couple of minutes later. “Hi, Zoey! Did you enjoy the movie?” she questioned cheerfully.

  Zoey blushed and answered quickly, “I’m so sorry, Jillian. I drank too much and I was so focused on the movie, I didn’t realize that I needed to go to the bathroom.”

  “That’s what you’re supposed to do, Zoey,” Jillian answered with a smile as she turned off the TV before keying in a pass code to open the cabinet under the big TV. “All those liquids help keeps you healthy. You’re supposed to drink a lot,” she continued as she gathered supplies from the cabinet.

  Zoey was amazed to see all sorts of supplies gathered in the cabinet. Diapers, wipes, a small changing pad, different medicines, and equipment, were all meticulously arranged in the locked area. She watched carefully as Jillian removed a large, white suppository from a jar on one shelf.

  “I’m sure I don’t need any more medicine,” she assured Jillian.

  “Dr. Richards left instructions to give you another dose of medicine before he gets home. We’ll do it now while your diaper is off before I get you some lunch. Are you getting hungry, Zoey?” Jillian questioned as she turned Zoey’s torso to stretch out along the couch’s deep cushions. She continued to chat with Zoey about lunch to distract her before Zoey realized that Jillian was again stripping off the old diaper and wiping her privates clean.

  “Just turn over here to face the back of the couch, Zoey,” Jillian continued as if this was all normal. Jillian helped coax Zoey over into position by pressing firmly on her shoulder to help rotate Zoey’s slender body.

  Zoey heard the lid of the lubricant rattle off and she tried to turn over only to have Jillian stop her motion by strongly holding her in place on her side.

  “Zoey, I am going to take your temperature. Are you going to cooperate or are you going to earn another spanking?” she questioned with an iron tone. “I’m taking care of you this morning. I can be very strict if you don’t follow directions. Any spanking I give you will be doubled by your daddy when he gets home. What’s it going to be, Zoey?”

  Zoey turned back around to lay on her side. She hid her face in the cushions as she felt Jillian separate her bottom cheeks. Zoey shivered when she felt the cold lubricant on her clenched opening.

  “That is cold isn’t it, sweetheart,” Jillian chuckled at Zoey’s reaction. “All right, now just relax as the thermometer slides inside you. We need to check to see if your temperature is healthy now. There you go. It’s all in now. We’ll let the thermometer rest inside you for 10 minutes.” Jillian rubbed Zoey’s shoulders to relax her.

  Zoey moved restlessly. The thick thermometer felt very cold for the first few moments. Zoey was very embarrassed to have Jillian taking such intimate care of her. It was hard enough to relax for Dr. Richards to take care of her. “I’m really embarrassed, Jillian,” Zoey finally admitted with her face hidden in the cushions. “Can you take the thermometer out yet?”

  “No need to be embarrassed, Zoey,” Jillian said warmly. “Dr. Richards trusts me to take care of you while he is absent. Really, if you think about it, there’s not a big difference between taking your temperature in your mouth or in your rectum. It just seems more embarrassing to you, Zoey. I know how much more accurate it is to take your temperature in your bottom. That’s why Dr. Richards wants it monitored here. We want Dr. Richards to be happy with both of us, right?”

  Zoey nodded her head vigorously against the cushions before peeking back at Jillian. “Do you always do what Dr. Richards tells you to do?” she questioned.

  “Always, little girl!” Jillian answered with conviction. “He’s a great doctor and a good man. You’re lucky to have found him, Zoey. Now, our ten minutes is up. Let’s see how your temperature is . . . Oh, no. Your temperature is falling back below normal. Dr. Richards will not be happy to hear that. We need to warm you up. First step, we need to place this medicine in your bottom to help your feet.”

  Jillian scooped up some additional lubricant and dabbed a glob on Zoey’s anus. The remainder of the slippery goo, she spread on the large suppository while Zoey watched with dread. Jillian placed it firmly against her tight entrance and instructed, “Take a deep breath and then let it all out, Zoey.” She watched Zoey’s ribs expand and contract waiting for just the right moment when the slight figure’s muscles relaxed before relentlessly pressing the large white capsule deeply into Zoey’s bottom. Ignoring Zoey’s gasp at the invasion, Jillian held the medicine in place until she felt Zoey stop trying to push it out. She removed her finger slowly before wiping her hands on a wipe.

  “Next,” she continued, “you need a new diaper. Your daddy knew what he was doing when he picked out this purple dress this morning. You look so cute with all these ruffles,” Jillian chatted to distract Zoey as she swept up her legs to wrap her in a new diaper. “All right! You’re all set. Let’s see, what would warm up a cute little girl like you? How about some hot cocoa? I could probably even find a few fluffy marshmallows if you like,” she questioned as she walked over to the intercom to call Paul to carry Zoey to the kitchen.

  “Did I hear the magic words ‘hot cocoa?’” a deep voice asked.

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  “Daddy,” Zoey exclaimed with delight! “You’re home.”

  Dr. Richards scooped Zoey up in his arms and squeezed her close to him. “Have you been good while I’ve been at the hospital, little girl,” he questioned looking over at Jillian from the corner of his eye.

  “She’s been almost an angel, Matt,” Jillian reported with a smile. “A little resistant to letting me care for her this morning but she’s starting to warm up to me. This little girl likes her daddy to take care of her much more than the housekeeper. I could become very sad that Zoey doesn’t trust me as well as she does you, Matt.”

  “Oh, Jillian. I trust you. . .” Zoey’s voice trailed off. “I just don’t like the thermometers and the medicine,” she confessed in a quiet voice.

  “You’ll get used to me taking care of you, Zoey,” Jillian said with a smile. “Pretty soon you won’t even blink when I change your diaper or put a thermometer in your cute bottom.”

  Zoey blushed bright red. “I really don’t like those thermometers,” she whispered glancing sideways at Dr. Richards to see if she could convince him to not use them.

  “Little girls and boys often don’t like things that keep them healthy but doctors and their parents know what’s best for them,” Dr. Richards said with a solemn look and Zoey’s heart sank a little. That thermometer was going to be in her bottom again.

  “Speaking of temperatures, how has Zoey’s temperature been this morning?” he asked looking at Jillian.

  “It’s been getting lower each time I’ve checked, Matt,” Jillian said with a worried look. “Do you think she needs more warming treatments?”

  “Probably,” Dr. Richards confirmed. “That cold walk and wait at the gate combined with the injuries to Zoey’s feet are causing her body to fail to regulate her temperature correctly.”

  Dr. Richards picked Zoey up from the couch and carried her over to the plush couch. Cradling her body in his lap, he added, “We’ll deal with your temperature after lunch, Zoey, if it’s still too low. Right now, I want to get caught up with my baby. Jillian, can we have lunch in a half hour?”

  “You bet, Dr. Richards. I’ll go make sure everything will be set for your lunch,” she added quickly as she bustled out of the room.

  Zoey sat up in Dr. Richards lap. “I missed you this morning. Did you save a lot of sick people?” Zoey questioned seriously.

  “I missed you, too, sweetheart. I did have a couple of patients that needed surgery this morning. They’re doing well now. So, tell me. What did you do this morning?” Dr. Ric
hards questioned as he smiled at Zoey fondly.

  “Oh, I took a nap and watched a great movie,” Zoey enthused. She told Dr. Richards all about the adventures of the cute kitten that had starred in the movie.

  As Zoey rattled on about the movie, Dr. Richards listened while considering all the factors that had combined to bring Zoey to him. He was definitely a lucky man to have this imp in his life. When Zoey reached the end of the story, he cuddled her against his strong chest.

  “Sounds like you had a good morning, Zoey. Now, how about a kiss for your Daddy? I’ve been away from you for hours. I need some reassurance that you didn’t forget about me,” he teased.

  Zoey leaned away from his chest to meet his eyes. She pursed her pink lips to form a kiss and pressed her mouth against Dr. Richards’ cheek.

  “That was very sweet, Zoey,” Dr. Richards said with a glint in his eye. “But I want a kiss here,” he indicated his lips with a fingertip. “Can you kiss me like a big girl?”

  Hesitating for a couple of seconds, Zoey pursed her lips again and slowly raised her lips to meet Dr. Richards’ mouth with a soft kiss. The minute she started to pull away, Dr. Richards took control of the kiss and deepened it. He pressed his mouth solidly against hers and feeling her respond, Dr. Richards swept his tongue into Zoey’s small mouth. Shivering with the onset of desire, Zoey touched her tongue to his and heard Dr. Richards groan strongly.

  Dr. Richards continued to kiss Zoey strongly. He rotated his body so that he could press Zoey’s back along the seat cushions of the couch. Pinning her slight body between the plush couch and his strong body, Dr. Richards continued to kiss Zoey deeply, swallowing her moans of pleasure. He felt Zoey’s hands come up to grip his arms to hold herself as closely as possible against his rigid chest. “Mmmmm, little girl, you taste so good,” Dr. Richards groaned.

  “Buzz,” the intercom interrupted the enthralled pair. They heard, “Dr. Richards, it’s time for lunch.”

  “We’ll be there in just a few minutes, Jillian,” Dr. Richards acknowledged the call. He dropped his forehead down to rest on Zoey’s as they heard the intercom click off. “I guess I need to feed you, Zoey,” he said slowly. “I’d rather keep you here with me,” he admitted.

  “I’m not hungry,” Zoey rushed to reassure him. Her attempt to convince him to kiss her again failed as her tummy roared into action and growled ferociously.

  Dr. Richards laughed. “Your tummy doesn’t lie, Zoey. Let’s get you fed. There’s plenty of time for kissing,” he added while wrapping his arms underneath her. With the ease of an athlete, Dr. Richards sat up hugging the small figure to his chest and then rose to his feet to carry Zoey down the short hallway to the warm kitchen.

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  “Here we are Jillian,” Dr. Richards announced as they walked into the kitchen. He carried Zoey to the raised seat of her high chair and placed her down gently before lowering the tray down in front of her and securing it in place with a click.

  Zoey looked around the kitchen. She was a little embarrassed to be in the high chair again. She tried to subtly push the tray away and free herself but it was unyielding. She was stuck until someone released the latch.

  Meanwhile, Jillian was bustling around the kitchen placing a big tureen of creamy, thick soup on the table with a loaf of freshly baked bread. She added a sippy cup decorated with tiny purple aliens on the tray in front of Zoey and patted her on the shoulder. “I promised you some hot cocoa, Zoey,” she said with a smile. “Want to try it out and see what you like better? My secret recipe for bottles or this yummy cocoa?”

  Zoey picked up the sippy cup with both hands and brought it to her lips. Taking a small sip, she let out a happy, “MMMMMmmm! This is super good, Jillian!” She wrinkled her brow in concentration and took another sip of the hot liquid. “I think they are both delicious but . . . the bottled milk drink is spectacularly good. It still wins.” She peeked up at Jillian to see if she was upset.

  Grinning widely, Jillian laughed. “I’m very happy to save my secret bottle formula just for you, Zoey.”

  “And make cocoa, too?” Zoey questioned hopefully.

  “And make cocoa, too.” Jillian answered definitively. She approached the high chair and bent to hug the small figure affectionately. “I’ve got all sorts of yummy things to tempt you, Zoey,” she added with a wink. “Now, eat! I heard Zoey’s stomach demanding food when you came in the room,” Jillian said to Dr. Richards and his new little one.

  Taking that as his cue, Dr. Richards sliced off a couple of thick portions of the warm bread. “I think I remember that you liked butter, right pumpkin?” he questioned and laughed at the enthusiastic nodding of Zoey’s head that answered that silly question. He added a few thin pats of butter to her slice and cut it into 4 quarters to make it easier for her to eat. Placing it on her tray, he grinned as she pounced on the first piece and shoved it into her mouth.

  “Eat slowly, Zoey. I don’t want you to choke, okay?” he instructed.

  Zoey tried to use her manners and eat slowly but it was so good. She realized she had butter all over her fingers and she looked for a napkin before she started to wipe her hands on her shirt.

  “Don’t you dare, young lady,” a deep voice froze her in place. “We don’t wipe our hands on our shirts at this table. Let me have your hands, Zoey,” he demanded and he pulled her hands toward him to wipe them clean. “Jillian, I think our little girl needs a bib. Could you hand me one?” he asked the housekeeper.

  “Of course,” she enthused opening a drawer with many brightly colored items. Jillian pulled out a pink bib that looked like a towel with a trimmed hole for Zoey’s neck to go through. She pulled it over Zoey’s soft hair and lowered it in place so it covered the front of her shirt. “I’ll remember to put one out for Zoey at meal time,” she promised.

  “Could I just have a napkin?” Zoey questioned stroking the soft fabric.

  “The bib will work just like a napkin, Zoey. Now, you can wipe your fingers if they get messy and if you spill a little soup, your shirt will be protected too,” Dr. Richards answered easily. “Here, try some of Jillian’s soup.” He slid a spoonful of the warm liquid into her mouth.

  “It’s super, Jillian,” Zoey praised after she had swallowed. “Could I have a spoon?” she questioned. “Then, you wouldn’t have to feed me,” she pointed out to Dr. Richards.

  “I’ll always feed you, Zoey. That’s what daddies with little girls or boys do. I enjoy taking care of you. Will you let me help you?” he questioned with a piercing look.

  Zoey took a deep breath. Learning to be little was challenging. She was so used to taking care of first her mom and then herself. It was tough to let Dr. Richards do everything for her. “I’m trying to let you take care of me,” Zoey whispered.

  Dr. Richards put his large, warm hand over hers grasping the edge of the pink bib. “Relax, Zoey. I know you’re trying. We’re both learning how to help each other. There’s no hurry. As long as you’re here and we’re both working toward the same goal, we’ll make it. Now, let go of this pretty bib. Let’s try this again. Here, have another bite of soup. It’s so good, isn’t it?” Dr. Richards spooned more of the rich soup into Zoey’s mouth before scooping up a spoonful for himself. “Yum!”

  Zoey let go of the bib and smiled at her wise, new daddy. “Jillian is a great cook. Thank you, Jillian.” She picked up another quarter of bread with butter and took a big bite. She even giggled when Dr. Richards playfully swiped the end of her bib over her face to wipe the smear of butter off her nose.

  Eventually, her little stomach was too full to eat another bite. Zoey turned her face away from the soup-laden spoon when Dr. Richards tried to feed her more soup. She pushed the last bit of bread and butter away from her on the tray. “I’m full,” Zoey groaned. “No more for me.”

  Dr. Richards ate a few more bites finishing the bowl of soup before saying to Jillian, “Could I have a warm, wet towel to clean this cute, little Zoey up? We don’t want to ta
ke a sea of butter with us out of the kitchen,” he said smiling.

  Accepting the damp cloth, Dr. Richards swept it across Zoey’s face and hands, wiping the crumbs and soup off thoroughly. “Let’s get this tray off your lap Zoey and we can go see how you’re feeling after such a deliciously lunch.” Dr. Richards lifted Zoey into his arms and carried her from the room thanking Jillian for the lunch as they exited.

  “I’m feeling good,” Zoey rushed to reassure him. She started to get nervous as they headed toward Dr. Richards’ examining rooms. “Do you have more patients today?”

  “Just one special patient, Zoey. I need to check your feet and your temperature,” he said kissing the top of her head as it rested against his chest. “Jillian mentioned that your temperature had been dropping again today. We need to get that stabilized quickly so you don’t get sick,” he explained as he opened the door to Exam Room 2 with one hand heturned on the lights and walked to the examination table. “Okay, take a seat up here little girl. Let’s get these clothes off you so I can examine you.”