Dom's P.O.V.
It's been a couple days since. I've been having her stay in my room. It's been easier on me and her.
"Hey, you need to shower?" I ask her.
"Yeah. Probably should." She mumbles.
"Do you need any help with anything?" I ask, helping her up.
"If I think of anything, I'll call you, okay?" She says, looking at me.
"Okay. Be careful." I say and watch her walk to the bathroom.
20 minutes, later.
I lay on my bed, looking at the ceiling. Just listening to her in the shower, listening to the water run. I relax and close my eyes.
"Hey, Dom..." I hear her call for me. I jump up immediately and walk up to the door.
"Yeah?" I say, waiting at the door.
"I....I forgot a towel..." She mumbles, and I chuckle a little.
"Is there one on the bar, in there?"
"Mm-mm. No." She mumbles.
"Okay, hang on." I say and look around my room. Not seeing a towel and walk into her room. Grabbing her towel, from the hook on her closet door. Walking back to the bathroom door.
"Hey, I have the towel. How do you want me to give it to you?" I ask, confused.
"Uhhhh, just..... Uh.... Just come in." She says hesitantly.
"Uhhh, okay..." I say and walk in. I walk over to the toilet and set the towel on the toilet. I turn and go to walk out.
"W-wait... Dom..." She mumbles.
"Yeah?" I say, trying not to look at her.
"Can you maybe get me some clothes?" She asks, I feel her eyes on me.
"Mhm." I nod and walk out. Grabbing one of my shirts, and a random pair of her panties. I knock on the door to warn her.
"Oooo, yay. Dadd-Dom's shirt." She says and I look at her in surprise. Her eyes wide. Covered with bubbles, I can't see anything.
"Did you almost just call me Daddy?" I ask.
"Uhhhhh..." She stays quiet, and turns red from embarrassment.
"It's, uh, okay." I say, confused if I should leave or stay. "Well, enjoy your bath." I say and kiss her, on the top of her wet, clean head.
She almost called me daddy, so looks like Imma be one.
"Wait, Dom..." She mutters, right before I walk out.
"Yeah?" I turn towards her, to feel hot liquid hit my body. She giggles, spraying me with the shower head.
"Oh my..." She giggles.
"Mmmm... Mhm." I hum, wiping the water from my eyes. Opening them, I see her now wrapped in her towel. "Oh, really?" I chuckle, grabbing the shower head from her and spraying her back.
"No, no." She laughs. I laugh as she tries to take it from me. "Trues, trues. I call trues." She laughs.
"Uh huh." I say and turn the water off, putting the shower head back in place. I look over to see her towel drenched and her watching me.
"Looks like the whole 'what gets dryer the wetter it gets' rhyme doesn't apply to this one." She says giggling.
"Uh huh." I say taking my, now soaked, black shirt off. "Watch out." I say, and hang it on the towel rack, behind her.
"Dom.." She sheepishly hums.
"Yeah?" I look at her.
"You know the only reason I said we couldn't was because I didn't know if what I was feeling was from the treatment or not, right?" She explains as I watch her.
"Yeah. Why do you bring it up?" I ask.
"Well... I think I might be getting better, but I still feel the same as that night."
"And what were you feeling that night?" I inquire, watching her as I sit on the edge of the tub.
"W-Well... Uh..... I-I..... Nothing. Never mind." She blurts out aggressively, and walks out.
I sigh and take my wet hat off. Maybe I should've went first, I guess.
