Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Must Strong....

Now, Daddy's grinning. "The proof of the second edition" he said. His hands began to slip, fumbling behind my clothes.

"Proof... or therapy?"

I get the point. Daddy looked down for a moment, then looked at me meaningfully. "Both, Kejora. Both."

I nodded, and somehow my eyes glazed over. It still hurts because of this event, but also happy because Daddy's struggle is with me.

"Yes" I said, my tears were dripping. "I need your therapy."

I kissed her, and she kissed me back. Yes, but there are a handful of gratitude-filled happiness. I gave her my tongue, and I let her tongue in, wildly behind my throat.

"Don't be traumatized, Kejora," he whispered. I realized his hand took off the patient's clothes hook. Then, he caressed the front of my body with his fingers. "Don't be traumatized."

I'm nodding.

Daddy slouch. He swept his lips across my chest, grazed the peak and gently pulled it away. Lie, lie if I don't remember what Riko did to me. But I'm trying to fight him.

Daddy's here with me. He fought for me, fought with me. Don't be weak, Kejora. Don't be weak....

But my body was shaken. And, Daddy hugged me tight. "Touch me, Kejora," he said in the ear. "Touch me. Take me with you. Take me with you. Please.touch me."

I am exerting strength from within myself, strength - but not energy. I touched it, with trembling hands thrust it into my soul.

"Thank you, Daddy. I will not let myself lose. It won't."

He walked in, slowly, then pressed on. "I love you."

Cry broke. Happy, haru, and wound, fused, dissolving in the same roar of tears.

"Don't cry, honey. Don't...." Daddy wiped my tears when his therapist was done.

Not only that, after we had breakfast that morning, Daddy deliberately took an apple from the fruit basket, and he took out a small folding knife that was exactly the same as the folding knife I had brought yesterday. I shuddered as soon as I saw her, remembering the time Riko slashed my paw cruelly. Practically my feet shriveled, my fingers spontaneously bending in horror.

I'm nodding. I understand, but still the memory of my slashed legs is ringing in the head.

I can fight it. Remember, let's just remember. Fear, let it be afraid. Even horrified. I have to be strong.

"Now eat. Open mouth...."

I said, welcoming the apple from him, and again grateful that he kept strengthening me.

"Kejora?"

"Emm?"

"How are you feeling now?"

"I'm good."

"Are you stronger?"

"Mmm. I guess so."

"Must, and compulsory. You must be strong. Because after this, there's a lot you have to go through." He rema*softly my finger. "strong, huh? Everything's gonna be fine. I'm here with you."

Tense, a little, because of the situation and the atmosphere, but Daddy's eyes convinced me that everything could be overcome. "What do I have to go through?"

"First," Daddy took my check yesterday, "this," he said, showing me the contents of the map. "I have to tell you this first, the good news first. Here's your checking report yesterday. Everything's fine. Just wounds on the legs and head. There are no serious internal injuries. Continue, checking in.. vital organ parts, all good, and not found.... You understand, right? Your uterus and vital organs are clean, there is nothing.* male sperm enter."

I'm nodding. I know it is impossible if based on the duration of time and information from Mr. Fikri.

"Kejora, are you okay?"