Page 8 of Kenzie's Perfect Daddies

As she vacuumed, she plotted out how to tell the men that she just couldn’t do it, but before she’d finished half of the living room, she’d begun to plot how she’d accept. She was still so confused and the back and forth was making her nuts. She’d never been good at choices and having to make such a major one was driving her bonkers.

She’d just placed the vacuum back into the cleaning closet when there was a firm knock at the door. It was three o’clock on the dot. Brushing her cartoon t-shirt smooth and making sure her leggings hadn’t ridden up, she made her way across the room, pausing at the mirror to make sure her space buns were intact before pulling open the door.

Chapter Seven

Beau

How was it possible for her to get more beautiful every time he saw her? Beau’s heart raced in his chest as she opened the door and invited them in. Her emerald eyes held a mix of anticipation and trepidation that almost broke his heart. He was the cause of her wariness, and it tore him up inside. Her chestnut hair was up in two buns that made it look like chocolate cotton candy puffs. A few wisps had fallen to frame her heart-shaped face, and her cheeks were flushed with exertion, as if she’d run a mile. He knew it was more likely that she’d been stress-cleaning, and thathurt him too. She wouldn’t be stressed if he hadn’t fucked up so royally before.

He wanted to take away every bit of confusion and hurt he’d caused. He wanted to at least fix what was broken, but she’d have to give him and Sebastian a chance first. He was more aware than ever that the outcome of this visit could change his life. For better or worse was yet to be determined, but one way or another, his life was currently in the hands of the brunette angel in front of them.

Sebastian gripped his hand tighter as they crossed the threshold, reminding Beau with that small gesture that he was there and would be, whatever the outcome. The action, mixed with his nerves, threatened to send Beau into Middle space, but he recognized his need to present a united dominant front right now. He took a deep breath, reset his thinking, and made his way to Kenzie’s living room.

One glance confirmed that she’d indeed been cleaning. Kenzie was tidy on the worst of days, but her place was rarely as spotless as it was in that moment. There wasn’t a speck of dust on any of the bookshelves overflowing with romance books, not a single streak on the glass of the big window that faced the playground outside, and the cream carpet held fresh vacuum tracks.

“So, how would this work?” Kenzie wasted no time, asking her first question before her bottom had even made contact with the seat of the blue recliner.

Beau took a seat on the matching couch, with Sebastian beside him. “I’d be your Daddy again.”

“And I’d be Daddy to you both,” Sebastian added.

“So, both of you would be my Daddies?”

“Yes.”

Kenzie took another minute contemplating what they’d said so far, before asking, “How would that work? Would there be a schedule? Would one of you get me on one day and the other thenext?” She rubbed her hands up and down her thighs, obviously racked with nerves. Jesus, he wanted to take her in his arms and ease her discomfort but he couldn’t, and that was on him.

Beau let Sebastian take that question, knowing that he was better with words than Beau was.

“It wouldn’t be anything as structured or contrived as that.”

Beau saw the flash of disappointment in Kenzie’s eyes, she thrived on structure. Rules and consequences, schedules and routines, those were Kenzie’s biggest requirements to allow her to flourish. Apparently, Sebastian saw the look as well.

“Of course, there would be structure. We’d all agree on the rules and schedules for you, but Beau and I would be one unit when it came to your care. We’d work together, it would be like any normal dynamic but with twice the protection and twice the snuggles and cuddles.”

“There would also be more times where you and I are able to bond as Littles. Where we’d both be under Daddy’s care and could play together and have fun,” Beau added. “We’d be play partners without so much of my strict Daddy coming out to dampen the fun.”

Kenzie

Kenzie took that in and realized this was what Beau had wanted before. The chance to be, not only her Daddy, but her Little friend too. This was the “more” he’d been suggesting before she’d hit the destruct button on their relationship.

Everything they were saying sounded not only reasonable, but amazing! Their conversation went for a long time, covering everything from rules and consequences to limits, safewords,and everything else one could possibly discuss before beginning a dynamic. Kenzie wanted so badly to have what they were offering. There was just the problem of her worries.

“What if it doesn’t work out?” Her hands gripped her knees tightly, her knuckles turning white as she whispered her greatest fear.

For the first time, the men stood from the couch and approached, both of them kneeling in front of her and each taking one of her hands into their own.

“There are no guarantees in life, princess—” Sebastian started.

“—But I’ve lost you once,” Beau interjected, “and I can’t stand going through that again.”

“I already feel a strong pull to you, and a need to protect you like I have only felt once in my life.” Sebastian cut his gaze to Beau as he spoke.

“If you give us the chance, baby bear, we’ll do everything in our power to never hurt you and never lose you. You just have to find the courage to take a chance.”

Could she do that? Could she be courageous and put herself out there like that? What she felt for Beau had been burning for a long time. It hadn’t lessened or faded; all her feelings seemed to have done in the last year was to grow stronger. She hadn’t been able to even bring herself tolookat anyone else. Until she’d seen Sebatian, and what she felt for him already was straight-up ridiculous in its strength. She’d known him less than twenty-four hours and she was picturing a future with him and Beau. But what would happen if that future fell apart? It would devastate her. She’d never recover.

Courage had never been something Kenzie had possessed when it came to putting her heart at risk. She’d stepped out on that limb once before and it had broken beneath her, sending her tumbling into heartache. Could go back out on a limb, risk the fall again? Could she trust they’d be there to catch her?

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