Shattered Girl (Emmy)

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Chapter "Don't even think about it," Josh warned spotting the gleam of mischief in my eyes.

"You're no fun." I pouted. Josh sorted, set me on my feet, took my hand, and led me upstairs to the waiting tub, I stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at Josh

Would you and lake stay with me tonight Daddy asked, and then snorted. "Nope, I can't call you Daddy, it's got to be Sir, I can't say Daddy with a straight face, and you would have way too much firm s**g my poor butt." Josh, laughing, agreed with me. "Sir will work just fine, baby girl and you're right. I'm always looking for ways to get that pretty a** of yours over my knee. Now, let's get you into the nice bath Jake you before the water gets cold" Taking my hand again, he led me into my bedroom and stopped me in the middle of the room. "Let's give Jake a little surprise," Josh smirked. "Ok, babs, arms up." Josh said, pulling off my tank top, taking a moment to appreciate my breasts and rapidly hardening nipples. Josh turned me toward the bathroom, laying a smack on my a**, I squeaked and glared at Josh, who smiled sweetly at me, before telling me to get in the tub and he would be there in a few minutes

surprising lake by quietly seeking up behind him and covering his eyes. "D**n, sweetheart, you look so hot," Jake said, turning around to face me, and running a hand down to pat my a** as he gave me a lingering kiss. I groaned quietly, and Jake grinned as he helped me into the tub, which was still pleasantly warm and full of lavender-scented bubbles. Jake adjusted the bath pillow for me and asked if I wanted him to get in the tub with me, or stay out and help me wash my hair and anything else I wanted. I laughed, at the funny face he

laughed so hard at lake's expression that I almost slid under the water. Okay, not honey bunny, then. Im going

Once he was settled, he pulled me back between his legs so I could loan against his chest. When I was comfortable, he began piling bubbles around us until they covered me up to my neck. Careful of my ribs, he slid his arm around my stomach, running his other hand down my good arm. Linking our fingers,

Jake said, giving me a squeeze. "No one has called me that since my mom died. You know how my dad is about using our full names. So you can imagine the arguments he and my mom had about it. I could feel Jake shake his head behind me, and I pressed my own kiss to his hand. We were born six weeks early, so Josh and I were both in the NICU for a while, but Josh was stronger, so he got to go home first; I had to stay anocher couple of works until I could breathe on my own. I was behind on a lot of childhood milestones. I was around four, I think, before I really started catching up with Josh. My mom decided to wait to put us in school until we were six, and it was later that year when she started getting sick. I will give my dad credit for one thing, he did find the best doctors for my mom at the time, Josh and I were too young to really understand what was happening. My dad hired a nanny for us because Mom was too sick to take care of four boys. A few months later she was gone. We met Patrick and his family soon after that, and by the time we were eight we were spending a lot of time over at their house. Sometimes weeks would go by before we saw my dad,

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she is someone I would have really liked." I ran my still-damp fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his

age, none of us like to talk about that time in our life, I know she would have loved you, though, and would have been so happy for us. Jake agreed. "She was so patient and spent so much time with us. Drew and Mike said that our dad was always arguing with her because she refused to hire a nanny for us. She never liked the other wealthy moms who would meet for lunch after their yoga class and