Free Dr. Daddy Dom (Little Lake Bridgeport 2) by Breanna Hayse Page B

have gotten out of control and we've both been hurt. Do you want a divorce?" Ian asked gently.
    Savannah looked away and then gave a slight shake of her head.
    "Then let's give us one last try," Ian urged. He glanced up at Caine and received a firm nod. With a deep breath, he continued. "Things are going to be different from now on. You're going to be dependent on me, and I expect you to treat me with respect. I'm going to do everything I can to make you comfortable and help you regain your strength, but I'm not going to tolerate any more abuse or nastiness from you. There will also be no more alcohol. You're done drinking, at least while we are still together."
    She protested weakly between her wired teeth and then looked at Caine with a questioning expression.
    "You heard him, darling. You have no choice right now, and it's either staying here or going to a rehabilitation facility. I trust that the care you receive here will be so much better, which means that you will heal faster." Caine stood up and placed his hand on Ian's shoulder. "I've got to get back home. Her dressings are to be changed before she goes to bed, so don't forget to give her pain medication. It will help her sleep through the night, as well. Also, keep an eye out for infection, get plenty of water in her, and have her up and walking as much as possible. The last thing we want is for her to develop blood clots or pneumonia from a lack of activity. Savannah? I expect you to be a good girl and mind Ian. He is following my instructions so you are to cooperate. I'll be back tomorrow and check on you."
    "Thanks, Doc. Wish me luck," Ian said.
    "You don't need luck. You just need time and determination."
    After Caine had gone, Ian turned to his wife and placed his hands on his hips. "Well, here we are. Are you hungry? We stocked the fridge with protein shakes, juice and anything else that you can drink through a straw."
    "No." Her answer sounded like a growl from between clenched teeth.
    "I'll try to keep to yes and no questions, okay? I can understand you just fine if you speak slowly." He dipped his finger in a small pot of lip balm and ran it over her dry lips. A bottle was raised to her mouth and he steadied the straw. "Drink."
    "Not thirsty," she forced out.
    "Drink," he ordered firmly. "Caine said that you need water to help heal your wounds and keep you from becoming constipated. Things are already going to be uncomfortable in that area, so there is no need to make it worse."
    Savannah's eyes widened, acknowledging her humiliating situation. "No! You can't!"
    "Until your wrists heal, you need me to handle everything. Your body is in my hands and I intend to do whatever I have to, to help you."
    "Fuckin' asshole!"
    "Now, now, we aren't going to have any of that. No little girl of mine is going to be disrespectful," Ian said.
    "I'm not a little girl!"
    He took a breath, prepared to deliver the lecture that he had rehearsed with Layton. "Quite the contrary. I stood back and took a good, long look at how you've behaved over the years, and I've decided that you have shown a dire need for proper discipline. Your parents didn't do you any favors by letting you have free run without any responsibility, nor were you ever taught respect. I know that wasn't your fault, but it's time that things change so you can learn how to be happy and function without the need to drink or act out. As time goes on and once Dr. Marshall feels that you are healthy enough, there will be consequences for inappropriate behavior."
    "What the hell are you talking about?" Her face registered shock.
    "You heard me. Your first rule is that you will not call me any more names. Your father insulted you all your life and it hurt you. I feel the same when you do it to me. So, no more. Got it?"
    She narrowed her eyes and then looked away.
    He waited patiently until she slowly nodded. "That's my girl. Let's get you comfy and then you can take a nap. Do you need some pain medication? No?"
    Ian bit