Spoiled rotten

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There was the sound of a car.

Laughter of children.

It was dark.

And by the time we saw each other it was too late.

I gasped sitting up in the bed. My subconscious never fails to torture me. I guess I woke Darren up because he was looking at me worried.

Tears streaming down my face, I pulled my knees to my chest. He pulled me to him, like he was shielding me from the nightmare.

" Shhhh baby it was just a dream. I'm here mama I'm here.

I started crying harder. "B-but it's n-not a dream! ...it really h-happened." I buried my head in his neck as I spoke and he continued to rub my back.

"What really happened sweetheart?" I whimpered and he pulled my chin out from his neck. He kissed my pouted lips then kissed away my tears. "Let daddy help you baby girl "

I nodded and straddled his hips hugging him. " when I w-was 16 I-i got hit b-by a car. It c-crushed my f-foot. I was crossing the a-street behind m-my mom's c-car and another car c-came out of nowhere."

I heard him sigh. Almost in realization. "Is this why you grip my hand so hard when we cross the street?" I let out a small "mhm" before crying harder. "Aw honey I'm so sorry. My poor baby"

"That's the whole issue! I'm not a baby! But...but I act like one! It's been almost three years and I still get scared!" I started punching his chest while I cried.

"WHY AM I SO INCOMPETENT THAT I CAN'T EVEN CROSS THE F-FUCKING STREET!?" I sobbed harder and he held me tighter.

"Darling...you are not incompetent. You are not a baby. It's ok to be scared.

He cooed at me for another 5 minutes before I calmed down. He got up with me still in his arms, and walked downstairs. We arrived in the kitchen where he set me on the counter. I whined from being away from him to which he chuckled.

"Don't worry baby I'm not going anywhere." he pecked my lips and before he could pull away I grabbed the back of his neck to make him kiss me harder. Ge chuckled and growled on my mouth before kissing me one last time.

He went into the pantry and grabbed a bag of unpopped popcorn. Once it was in the microwave he grabbed the bowl and m&m's. I made grabby hands for the candy and he walked over to me with them in hand. I went to grab them when he pulled them away smirking.

" what do you say?" I whined " m&m's !" he slapped my thigh and I pouted. " please daddy?" he kissed my head and gave them to me. " my good girl. Spoiled rotten." I giggled and started eating them while he poured the popcorn. We walked to the couch and put on a movie.

When the popcorn was gone, I went to lick the butter off my fingers. But Darren grabbed my hand instead. He slowly sucked my fingers making me giggle. We started to kiss and I could taste the popcorn on his tongue.

We broke the kiss and I laid with my back on his chest, playing with the rings on his hands while he held me. "Baby?" I asked "hmm?" "why...why do I call you daddy when I'm scared or sad?" he hugged me tighter and rested his head on mine.

" I think...even though you seem like you have had an easy life because you were rich and beautiful, but you had to grow up fast. You had to uphold the family name while having little time with your parents. I think you are so tired of being strong so you put that responsibility on me. You want to be taken care of because you have always had to do it yourself."

"You just explained me to me." we laughed and cuddled closer. " I will always take care of you my love. You are my baby. My sweetheart. My future wife. And even though you call me baby, I know you know that I will always take care of you. When you need me, I will be your daddy. I will protect you."

I sniffled and started to cry. " oh no no no why are you crying what did I say?!" he pulled me into his lap with a worried expression. "No, darling...I'm happy." I laughed as he sighed. "No one has ever said anything like that to me. I love you." he brought our heads together. " I love you too baby."

A/N:

HEY BABES! I wrote this chapter for myself and others like me. This actually happened to me and to this day I am still afraid to cross the street and the sound of cars driving gives me anxiety. It is embarrassing to be my age and still need to grip someone's hand.

I know it's easier said then done, but don't let your trauma scare you darlings💖

PLEASE STAY SAFE!

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Love, V