Page 105 of Their Perfect Daddy

“How is this even possible?!” I huff as I throw my hands in the air.

I’ve been walking around in a towel for the last half hour because I can’t find a single piece of underwear. It’s as if they all grew legs and walked away.

“You ok in there, Princess?” Monty calls from his position on the bed. He’s been reading some book for hours now. Occasionally he scribbles in it too, but it’s mostly him staring at the page like he’s solving puzzles.

Ohhhh. I wonder if it’s a puzzle book.

I step out of the closet, hands on my hips as I observe my boyfriend. He looks up before I can get too far in my study.

“What’s wrong?” He closes the book and places it on the bed beside him.

Slowly, as to not scare him, I move over to the side of the bed closest to the item in question. When I’m within reach, I lunge forward to snatch it.

“Hey! No!” Monty dives forward to grab it. “Give it back!”

There’s an urgency in his voice. It makes me pause right as I go to open the cover. I raise a brow at him.

“Is this something bad?” I wiggle the book.

He shakes his head. “Not bad. Just… embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?”

“Yes,” he groans. “Please give it back.”

I pout and pull the book to my chest. “Don’t wanna.”

Little me crawls to the surface as I take in Monty’s shock. It quickly morphs into a smirk once he knows I’m no longer my big self.

“Princess… you need to give me back my book. It’s very important to me. All the important information I need to remember is in here. You don’t want me to forget anything, do you?”

Tilting my head, I take him in. Is he telling the truth? Does this thing work as a second brain for him?

“What do you forget?” I ask, instead of giving it back.

“Huh?”

“He asked what do you forget, Brat?” Skye strides into the room all long legs and glowing eyes. I want to lick him from head to toe.

“Daddy!” I rush to him, careless of the book and the towel barely hanging onto my body. When I reach him, he tugs me into a tight hug. At the same time, he plucks the notebook from me. As he tosses it to Monty, I step away from him.

“Princess,” he starts.

I shake my head. “No, Daddy! You took it!”

My bottom lip trembles as waves of sadness rush over me. I’m not sure why I want to burst into tears. Maybe it’s because I was trying to play with Monty and got interrupted. Maybe it’s because I’m still frustrated about the underwear.

Or maybe it’s all of that and more.

So much of my life has changed recently. It makes sense for me to be overwhelmed.

Daddy’s arms are around me before I can protest again. He moves our connected bodies across the room until we’re at the bed. Then he’s lifting me and easing us under the blankets.

“I didn’t mean to make him cry, Daddy. He was being bratty though. I wanted my notebook back,” Monty says, his voice full of frustration.

“I’m aware of what was going on. A text stopped me right outside the door as I was coming in. I heard the whole conversation between the two of you. What I don’t know is what started our princess's naughty behavior to begin with.”

The way he says it lets me know he expects me to answer. I mumble the words against his cheek.

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