Black Elm College | 18+

Chapter 43 | Part 1

⋰Timothy⋰

The doorbell rings through the room three hours later. I groan, clenching my jaw. She'll wait a minute.

We've only been done for half an hour, and Sunnish is pretty much half-asleep in my arms. I gently set her down on the table, earning a pained frown. She sees the shirt in my hands, the same dark blue as her shorts, and raises her arms.

"Good girl." I put it on her, avoiding contact with her breasts.

Still, she whimpers softly, pain becoming more and more visible on her face, until it overrides the rest. She starts sniffling, tears gathering in her eyes..

I pick her up, sitting on the table and placing her sideways on my lap with a pillow under her. I grab a fluffy blanket and wrap it around her. I just took the beads off, which made her cry more tears than I thought she had left and she hasn't completely calmed down yet.

She slowly settles down.

"There you go. My bad, pretty girl."

I hug her with one arm as I grab the food, feeling her relax. She closes her eyes. "D... Daddy." She manages to get out, not very well articulated but still. She's definitely in subspace, even if she's more talkative and aware than last time.

"Yes." I grab the pasta salad I brought, large enough to feed both of us this time. "However, you might not want to say that when I let the doctor in."

"Daddy." She argues back, her eyebrows furrowing.

I wipe the stray tear that left her eye when she blinked. She sniffles.

"Yes, baby." I chuckle. "You can call me that in front of other people too, but I'm not sure you would agree. So let's avoid it."

She frowns harder, muttering a little 'daddy' in answer and scratching a red spot on her wrist.

It's where one of the pads for the sensors was, and it left a small red mark. I already put something to alleviate the itch but she keeps making it worse. I remove her hand.

"Stop doing that, Sunnish."

She looks down in shame, cuddling the arm that's around her. I bring the fork to her mouth.

It's fifteen minutes later, when Elsie is completely calm and we've both eaten half of our meals, that I decide to not make the doctor wait any longer. I drop Sunnish on an armchair, not trusting her not to fall off the table on her own, then get the door.

She smiles when she sees me, standing up from the bench next to the door. "Good afternoon. I wasn't sure you heard the doorbell. Everything alright?"

She looks around thirty, straight black hair into a bun, asian features and thick glasses.

I nod, getting back in the room. Sunnish smiles at me, opening her arms a bit when I walk toward her. I pick her up, feeling her snuggle into me.

The doctor enters, having left her coat in the entrance, right when I feel Sunnish's lips softly kiss my jaw.

I resist the sudden urge to break furniture.

I don't want to deal with this. I want to take care of my girl, not to have someone ask questions about aftercare and if I'm okay.

I don't want someone to see my girl like that – when I know she would be embarrassed –, to disturb Elsie when she's so peaceful just by being there.

I close my eyes one second, getting it together and gently place Sunnish down on the table so she's eye level with us. My hand lingers on her thigh until her wince disappears.