This is yet another CL Stone Fanfiction. I do NOT own the characters that CL Stone created, only the ones that I have created.
Jade Ford is a freshman in college but she isn't interested in joining any groups or going out to party. She just wants t...
Jade slowly drifted awake and frowned when she realized she wasn't in her room. "Hey Little One, have a good nap?" Corey asked as he felt her start to stir.
"What?" she asked groggily as she started to sit up. Feeling something slip from her mouth, she looked down to see a pikachu pacifier now in her lap. She picked it up and groaned as memories started to come back to her.
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"Hey now, what's wrong?" Corey asked as he pulled her hands away from her face. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, my little DreamKitten."
"Just let me go now," she mumbled as she tried to scoot away from him.
"Now why would I do something crazy like let my precious little baby slip away?" Corey chuckled as he picked her up and sat her in his lap. He tightened his grip around her and grew serious, "Seriously Jade, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I am in fact a caregiver and Daddy Dom, all of us are actually, so the fact that you have yet another amazing side to you that fits us perfectly makes me very happy. I promise you, my precious DreamKitten, there is nothing that you can do that will push me away. I swear now that I have you, I'm never letting you go and I don't care how many times I have to prove myself to you. It will be worth it each and every time. And that goes for all of us. You Jade," he lifted her chin so she was looking up at him, "Are our fiance, and when you are ready you will be our wife and our Queen."
Her breath hitched at the honesty and sincerity in his eyes. "I...I..."
He smiled, "I know it's hard for you but it's okay, I understand, we understand, and we'll keep going at your pace with just slight pushing," he chuckled. "Now, just so you know, even though you are big right now if you want to keep your pacy with you, you can. It might help with you constantly biting your lip when you are nervous."
She shifted slightly and tensed, "I'm in a pull-up?"
He smiled caringly as he pushed some hair behind her ear, "Yes, you are." He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, "I wasn't sure if you would have an accident in your sleep and I knew you wouldn't be comfortable with me giving you a bath if you did so I had you put one on before you took your nap."
"Off," he nodded and released his hold on her so she could go to the bathroom. She quickly stripped naked and turned on the shower. Once the water was warm she stepped in and closed her eyes as the hot water started to pelt across her skin, relaxing her muscles.
"Here's some clean clothes, Sweetheart," Corey said as he kept his back to the shower despite really wanting to sit on the counter and talk to her as she showered. Honestly, he wanted to strip and join her but he knew better than to push that line right now. "I'll go make you a snack since you barely ate lunch."
"Okay," she replied as she picked up his shampoo and poured some into her hand. He smiled proudly when he smelled it and forced himself to walk out.
Just before he left though, he smelled his conditioner and said, "Don't touch your hair once you step out, Sweetheart, Gabe will want to detangle and dry it for you. That's his thing, his way of showing his cares."
She heard the door shut and sat down more confused than before. Where was the hatred and teasing and taunting? Where were the cruel words and making her feel stupid? This wasn't how it was supposed to go and now she didn't know what to do.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Corey's voice filtered through the door, snapping her out of her thoughts. "You've been in there for a while now."
"Yes...no...I don't know," she honestly said when she heard the door open just a little.
"Are you just confused or do you not feel well?" Corey asked while remaining in the room.
"Confused," she said as she reached over and turned off the water.
"Okay we'll talk more once you are dressed," he said calmly. "Try and trust me, Sweetheart."
The door shut and she wrapped a towel around her body before she started wrapping her hair in another towel. Seeing the clothes on the counter, a soft smile formed when she saw it was her favorite black leggings and a KoRn concert shirt of hers.
Opening the door she froze when she saw Gabe sitting on the bed with his phone in his hand. Tossing it down he beamed, "Looking good Trouble, now time for me to play. Get your tiny ass on that counter." When he realized she was still shocked, he chuckled and picked her up to set her on the fresh towel that he grabbed so she would be a little more comfortable. He picked up his favorite comb and got to work.
"There you are," a deep voice said, making her uncross her legs so she could turn and see who it was.
"Don't even fucking think about it," Gabe smirked as he put his hand on her spine, stilling her. "What do you fucking want North? I'm not done with my fucking masterpiece."
"She needs to eat," North rolled his eyes as he walked in with a bowl in one hand and a drink in another.
"Give me another couple damn minutes, sheesh," he rolled his eyes, making her giggle.
"Smoothie?" North asked as he stood beside Gabe. She smiled as she played with her stuffed bat so he held it out and she took a drink. "Good girl."
Warmth covered her like a blanket. "Alright, quit hogging our girl," Corey chuckled as he walked into the bathroom. "You done yet, Gabe?"
"Yeah," he said as he turned off the dryer. "I'm done for now."
He started to reach for her at the same time North did so Corey shook his head, "She's going to walk. No fighting. Come on, Sweetheart."
She slid off the counter and walked past them toward the living room. Curling up on the couch, she took the blanket and covered up while the guys got comfortable.
"Do you have any questions you want to ask first, Sweetheart?" Corey asked.
She nodded, "What did you decide to do about the bad doctor?"