I wake, nestled in Daddy's arms, to the feeling of him snuggling deeper into my back, his hot breath fanning my hair across my face, as he squeezes me too him.
"Is it almost time to wake up for surgery?" Daddy asks groggily into my shoulder.
"I think so? I set an alarm. It should go off soon." I mumble in reply but reach out to fumble for my phone anyway. I lift the phone to my face.
5:18 am is what the screen says. Fuck!!! I was supposed to get up 45 minutes ago, we were supposed to leave at 5:00am! We have a 5:45am surgery check in time and the hospital is 35 minutes away!
I am quickly scrambling out of Daddy's arms to throw some clean clothes on and locate my shoes.
"We have to leave now!" I cry anxiously. "Get up, Daddy!"
Daddy's now climbing out of bed but he's slow and sluggish. Too slow. I think he's still drunk and will be of absolutely no help getting me to the hospital in time. I leave him to his own devices and dash down the stairs to let the dog out into the backyard and grab my purse.
He's calling to me from up the stairs.
"Have you seen my smoker?!" he hollars.
His vape?! That's why he's not downstairs yet?! I could kill him.
"Baby! You have another one in the car!" I practically wail. "Let's goooooo!"
He's stumbling his way down the stairs, pulling a grey hoodie over his head, his tiger-striped sweats making quite a fashion statement. Yep. He's definitely still drunk. Shit.
"I'm driving!" I bellow as we charge out the front door.
We're strapped into our seats moments later and I'm backing out the driveway and speeding off in the direction of the hospital as fast as I dare. I know this is not Daddy's fault, it's mine, because I never actually set an alarm like I thought I did but I'm still terribly annoyed that Daddy didn't curb his alcohol intake last night in order to be the one driving this morning.
"I'll call the hospital and let them know we had some car trouble this morning," Daddy offers.
I don't know if I trust that he is sober enough to not sound ridiculous on the phone. I also don't know if we'll be able to make it in time for check-in. I really don't want to miss this surgery. It's a revision of the surgery I had done last year repairing a herniated disc in my spine and it's supposed to make my quality of life a lot better so we have to make it!
"Ok," I finally conceded, "you can call the hospital. Tell them we're on our way and we'll be there before 6:00am! But don't be silly!"
Daddy calls the hospital and, by some miracle, they agree to hold my surgery time for me and they don't catch on that Daddy is three sheets to the wind.
We make it, just in time, practically running through the halls of the hospital to same-day surgery. We enter the waiting room with a plethora of apologies on our lips and are immediately seated in order for me to fill out some paperwork.
Once the paperwork has been whisked away and Daddy's used his charm on more than a few receptionists and nurses, I am approached by a receptionist with a patient information band that needs to be put on my ankle. Before extending my ankle to the nurse, I extend it first to Daddy, so he can remove the dainty silver handcuff anklet that encircles my limb.
Daddy grips my slender, pale ankle in his strong, tan, tattooed hands and unclasps the jewelry, pocketing it, as I then extend my ankle to the nurse. She fastens the patient band around my ankle without comment although I'm wondering if she saw my nails with o-ring straps on them and has put two and two together.
She instructs us to wait in the waiting room with everyone else while the nurses prep and then call me back.
I pick two chairs as far away from everyone else as I can. Daddy likes to be a big flirt when he's drunk and I don't want him to give us away. He's holding it together well though. That is, until he flops down into the chair beside me.
"I bet no one in here would be able to guess what a slut you are for me," he practically stage whispers, " - what kinds of things I did to that sweet body last night."
"Daddy!" I chastise as I slap him lightly on the chest. "Keep it down! Someone will hear you!"
"Keep it down?" he asks incredulously, "but I need everyone to know that my baby is such a nasty slut!"
"Shhhhhhh!" I fire back.
Just then, a nurse approaches us.
"I'm ready to take you back if you'll just follow me," she says brightly, turning to walk back behind the double doors, not waiting to see if I follow. I scramble to my feet and follow the nurse, looking back over my shoulder glare and to mouth "Be. Good." to Daddy as he trails behind the both of us.
My weight and blood pressure are taken. I sign a waiver refusing a pregnancy test (Daddy had a vasectomy years ago) and then we are taken back to a large prep room. The nurse leaves me with instructions to use these special wet wipes all over my body before putting on the hospital gown and then she leaves.
I try and have Daddy sit in a nearby armchair but he's determined to help me wipe myself down. I surrender, handing him a wipe, and turning my back to him to help get me clean. He rubs the cool wipe thoroughly across the skin of my back as I use another to wipe my arms. He gently helps me into the hospital gown.
He's not quick to draw back the curtain that allows the nurses to know that I'm finished getting changed. Instead, he seats me in the armchair and steps up to me, pulling his cock from his sweats, hard and proud, and brings it to my lips.
"Open up, BabyGirl. Give him a kiss. He's going to miss you."
He rubs the head of his cock across my lips, smearing his precum and coating them like chapstick. I open for him, my eyes on his, as I take his cock into the back of my throat. Fuck. I love this. I hope he doesn't treat me like I'm a fragile baby and allows me to truly suck his cock after surgery, when we are back home. I suck him deep, bobbing up and down on his cock for a few minutes, both of us enjoying the connection, before I lean back, popping his dick from my lips with a smile.
Daddy chuckles before stepping back, tucking himself away, and pulling open the curtain. He encourages me to get comfortable on the bed, before he pulls up a chair right next to me, his face inches from mine.
His hand snakes up and grips my hair at the back of my head, bringing my cheek closer to his lips, before placing the softest of touches of his lips against my skin. My eyes fly up and make direct contact with a different nurse as she passes our room, Daddy's hand still in my hair, his other making its way around my throat. She looks surprised and a little taken aback by Daddy's closeness and intimacy but I don't break eye contact as I smile. Daddy's a little more handsy than usual because he's still a little inebriated but I don't mind it. Flirty Daddy is my favorite.
Only a few minutes later, medical personnel seem to flood the room. It's time to take me back to surgery soon. Daddy speaks to the surgeon, asking him to prescribe me something to help me sleep after surgery because I struggled with sleep after the last one. He's always looking after me.
They let me kiss him goodbye before they wheel me out. He doesn't know this, but I spend the entire ride to the surgical suite bragging about how great he is. He's the last thing on my mind before the oxygen mask is put on my face and I drift off to sleep.
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Hours later, we are home from surgery and Daddy's just helped me into bed. I'm stiff and tender but I think I must still be high on pain meds because I'm feeling pretty good - sleepy, happy, cared for.
Daddy and I had a conversation a while ago when I knew I would be getting surgery. Because Daddy is on the road, he's not always here. I can't just suck his cock whenever I want to. I knew Daddy would be coming home to take care of me while I recuperate, but I wanted to make sure that Daddy knew that I did not have the expectation of being treated like I was made of glass. I needed him to know that even after surgery, my top cunt will still work!
He knows I'm eager for his cum. He was still a little too drunk to cum in my tummy this morning before surgery. I also wasn't supposed to eat or drink anything anyway. But I can have cum now and I want it before I go to sleep.
"Are you gonna fuck my mouth, Daddy?" I ask him lazily as he leans over me, pulling the covers up to my chin.
"Do you need that, my baby?" he replies, smoothing the hair from my forehead, petting me almost.
"Yes, I do!" I tell him, sweetly blinking my eyes up at him. "I need a bellyful of cum before I go to sleep, Daddy!"
"Anything for you, sweet pea," he says, fondly.
He's pulling his already hard dick from his pants and bringing it directly to my lips, tracing the outline of my mouth like he's applying lip liner with his cock.
"Open up!" he says in almost a sing-songy voice. "It's time to give my baby a happy tummy."
