“Roll over on your tummy for Zale,” Max urged.

She followed the directions automatically as she digested the fact that he could pinpoint intimate information about her so easily. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zale pull out a box and a tube of something. He opened the box and withdrew a plastic container, which he opened to reveal a thick thermometer. She wasn’t putting that in her mouth. Saylor buried her face in the pillow.

“Have you set up Saylor’s nursery yet?” Zale asked.

“No. I have a bunch of things on order. They’re coming next week. I hoped the team would help me put the furniture together,” Max said.

“Of course we will. I’ll leave all these supplies with you as well so you can start your medical kit. You’ll need to monitor Saylor’s temperature every two hours until her fever breaks.”

Max placed his enormous hand on her back tethering Saylor in place. “Hold still, baby.”

Zale shifted the covers to reveal her bottom. Immediately, Saylor pushed a knee into the mattress to turn over. Max’s restraining hold kept her on her tummy. She froze as Zale parted her buttocks. Before she could put the pieces together to know what he intended, Zale pressed a lubricated finger into her bottom. Instantly, she bucked, trying to get away. Max added another restraining hand on her lower back.

“You’ve been drinking cold water, Saylor. We won’t get a correct temperature in your mouth,” Zale told her as he gently twisted his inserted finger to lubricate her tight passage. “Besides, this is the most accurate way to take your temperature. Your daddy will always use a rectal thermometer.”

She froze as he pressed that thick tube into her bottom. Despite her attempts to clench her bottom cheeks together, the cold glass probed deeply into her tight passage. “No!” she wailed and then coughed.

“Shh, little girl. It’s okay. Max, grab one of the throat soothers from my bag. They’re in the front pocket and wrapped in small plastic bags. Pull out several. Those will help with Saylor’s cough,” Zale instructed.

“Give her one now?” Max asked a minute later.

“Definitely.”

“Here, baby. Open your mouth,” Max said.

Opening her mouth, Saylor watched as Max put something that looked like an oversized candy ring into her mouth. A sweet, soothing flavor filled her mouth. She swallowed and felt the mixture coat her throat, calming the burning sensation slightly. Sucking happily, Saylor relaxed slightly. This did make her throat feel better.

Max stroked her hair out of her eyes. “Good, huh? Zale is a pretty good medic. He’s tough as nails with us, but he’s super good with all the Littles. They all love him.”

Saylor thought back to the conversations she’d had with the other women. To be honest, they’d all talked about all the guys in glowing terms. Remembering small things she’d picked up, Saylor decided that Zale had seemed like the one they knew best other than their own daddies. That must be because he treated all their medical needs.

She had almost fallen back asleep when Zale removed the thermometer. Peeking up, she saw him rotate the tube. Her cheeks flushed again at the sight of the glistening lube on the device.