Page 40 of Their Perfect Daddy

Daddy:

Princess, I’m sure it’s fine that he’s with the team. Our brat will put on some sweats when he leaves though so no one else gets a peek. That’s not a question either, Monty. I don’t want any paparazzi shots of those legs today.

Brat:

Yes, sir.

Brat:

*salute emoji*

Princess:

That seems too easy.

Brat:

*Attached photo of Monty from behind with the shorts wedged up under his cheeks*

Princess:

And there it is.

Princess:

Is it weird I want to bury my face there too?

Princess:

Shit. That was an inside thought. Ignore me.

Daddy:

We are NOT going to ignore that forever, but we will for now since there isn’t anything to be done about it. Save all those fantasies for Friday.

Princess:

I. Can’t. Wait.

Daddy:

Me too, princess. I’m going to get back to work for now. Send me some things I can check later. I want my boys to tell me how their days went before our nighttime call.

Brat:

Can do, Daddy.

Princess:

Yes, sir, Daddy, sir. Later. XOXO

I tuck my phone away with a smile. Those two are worth every minute of chaos. I already can’t picture life without them in it.

Friday arrives without much fuss. The week is busy enough to keep me preoccupied, though it does nothing to lessen my excitement about seeing my boys in person.

As soon as my shift ends, I head into the showers to clean the smell of the hospital off my skin. I don’t want to waste a minute of my time with them.

Although another shower session isn’t a bad idea. Maybe I could even add another pair of my boy’s panties to the new collection I’m building. I can always buy him some to replace whatever I confiscate them. The minute I see a pair lying around, I claim them like a dragon hoarding precious gold.

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