DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Daddy?

"Momma..." a voice calls, drawing out the word, with an annoyed tone.

My brain clears and I'm pulled from my aimless gazing by my beautiful daughter. Her arms are folded against her chest as she kneels in the tub inches away from me. Those blue-green eyes focus on me and my heart clenches as think about someone with a similar pair.

Dylan...

"You're doing it again!" she pouts, a sad look in her eyes and I can't help but feel bad.

It was 2 in the afternoon when my mother tried to usher me from outside of Dylan's room door. She'd suggested that I get something to eat but I couldn't.

I'd spent most of the time crying my eyes out and trying to enter Dylan's room wanting to see for myself that he wasn't dead. I was afraid that the doctor would come out of the room shaking his head, indicating Dylan wouldn't make it. Each time I tried to break into the room, my mother was there to hold me back.

'Let the doctor work... He'll be fine. You need to get some rest...' she'd repeated to me but I couldn't find it in myself to leave not when he was hurt and he could die.

The only way my mother could get me to leave that hall was to allow me in the room. I'd stayed there by his side from 2 p.m. to 10 p.m. watching over him. I was a mess when I saw him. He was pale, sweaty and his eyes were sunken... He still spasmed but I wasn't as bad as before.

Seeing him there, shirtless and bandaged, shaking and squirming... it broke me and I found myself asking him to wake up, to talk to me, to finally greet his daughter, to do something... anything. I was desperate.

His breathing, which was the only reaction aside from his shaking that I got...

My parents, Diana and the doctor came into the room over the 8 hours trying to get me to eat or drink something but my appetite was lost. I'd taken Diana in my arms speaking to Dylan about her, encouraging her to speak to him... His reaction didn't change... and I wasn't going to move until it did.

I just wanted him to wake up!

I was so bent on staying but my breaking point came when Diana to talk to Dylan about me.

'Daddy, can you please tell Momma to eat something? She doesn't believe that you're alright... She won't eat and I don't want her to sick as well...' she'd said. 'Tell her that you'll be okay and that she shouldn't worry... I don't like seeing Momma like this... Please, Daddy."

His reaction was a groan.

At that moment I knew what I was doing wasn't helping anyone. It only made them worry... I needed to be strong for my baby, for Dylan not sitting around fading away.

So I left the room, had small bits to eat to everyone's delight and now I'm having a bath with one of the most precious persons in my life.

"I'm sorry Ki-Ki," I say apologetically as I hold out my arms inviting her to cuddle and the water splashes around my body.

"Okay momma," she smiles making her way towards me, water splashing about a few drops tumbling from the tub onto the tiled mosaic floors.

She turns around so her back is against my chest and I hug her to my soapy body. Her hair is up in a messy bun and the straying strands tickle my face. I kiss her cheek, closing my eyes as try not to think about Dylan's condition.

"So how has my Ki-Ki been?" I ask urging her to speak, to take my mind off everything going wrong right now.

She talks animatedly about her days at the compound. She tells me about my mom dancing with her in our studio and that my dad has been assisting her with the work her teachers had sent for her. She has been exploring the forest with Regina, helping her to gather fruits. Diana tells me about Trevor, George's son, who came over to visit Regina and they hang out at the pool.