Page 35 of Their Perfect Daddy

As he’s talking to her, I pull out my phone. When the screen lights up, I see I have multiple missed messages. I frown, realizing the device has been on Do Not Disturb all this time.

I remove the setting with the swipe of a button. Once things are back to normal, I open my texts and smile.

Daddy:

Good morning, Princess. Have a good day at work.

Brat:

Yeah. What Daddy said. *eye roll emoji*

The chat is quiet for an hour or so, then Monty is back in there with more of his foolishness.

Brat:

Did you know there is no such thing as teleportation? I looked it up today after my workout. Because I wanted to instantly get to where you both were. It doesn’t exist yet though.

Brat:

Think I could pay some scientists to make it?

Brat:

Then again, someone might use it for evil. Is my need to be in the same room as you both worth possibly risking the downfall of mankind?

Brat:

Ohhhhh. What if it’s a private research company? Maybe then they don’t have to tell anyone else. Right?

I’m shaking with laughter because I can totally hear him trying to rationalize these thoughts. It’s good to know I’m not alone in my desire to be around them. It’s been far too long since our time together.

And sadly, with this new project, I’m not sure when the next time will be. Instead of thinking about the negatives, I focus on the next set of texts.

Daddy:

You are something else, brat. There is no reason to spend all that money. We’ll see each other when the time is right. I’m sure we’re all adult enough to coordinate our schedules.

Brat:

I plead the fifth. Adulting? What’s that?

Brat:

Would rather nap and play video games. Please and thank you.

Brat:

See! I have manners!

Daddy:

Someone wants a spanking.

Brat:

Wait… is that really possible? I’m not sure how I feel about them.

Daddy:

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