Page 58 of Their Perfect Daddy

“Me too.” I hop out of the car, grab my bag, and take off to the entry. It’s only once I’m inside that I realize I haven’t reached out to Daddy yet. I’m about to text him when I hear my name.

“Danny!” Micah shouts a second before he barrels into me. “Oh, thank goodness you’re here. I need you to make sense of this for me.”

“Make sense of what?”

“Of this throuple business the doctor mentioned. Because first he said that he was Monty’s boyfriend when we got here. Then I saw your text saying you were dating him. The doc said you both were, but how does that even work?”

I blush from head to toe at his earnest questioning.

“It works like every other relationship. We’re merely dating two people instead of one.”

“And you’re ok with this? You weren’t bullied into it? I would ask Monty, but he’s still out cold,” Micah admits.

I’ve never seen my friend so frazzled. Not even when clients are making endless demands, and we’re struggling to meet them does he get this bad.

Placing a hand over my heart, I give him my full attention. “I promise you it was nothing like that. Monty and I hit it off at the first party. The one after the game you and I went to. We had a bit of a miscommunication and didn’t talk for a while. The next party, which happened to be while you were wooing Jett on the train ride, brought Skye into my path. We clicked instantly. And when he met Monty, it was like lightning. The three of us are meant to be together. I believe it with my whole heart.”

Micah’s wary gaze softens. He smiles at me, then pulls me into a hard hug.

“I’m happy if you’re happy. My brother is a lot to deal with. It’s no wonder he needs two men.”

The snort I let out is embarrassing. If only he really knew the whole truth of it. I doubt he’d be surprised though. I’ve seenhim interact with Jett. There’s a reason he fits in with Bellamy’s crew so well. I have no doubt these alpha type athletes are all into the kink lifestyle. I’d bet most are Daddies too. Well, all except Jett. That sweet angel baby can’t possibly be the boss in his relationship with Micah.

Nope.Not at all.

Though really, I shouldn’t assume. I’ve been wrong about these things before.

We separate, then Micah leads us through the maze of halls to the elevator. At Monty’s floor, he first takes me to the waiting area. It’s then I see he’s got a bag of food. He goes over to Jett, who’s curled in the corner with a tablet and headphones. When he lowers the screen, I see it’s game footage.

Hopefully it’s not today’s game. I didn’t even check to see if the team won after the massacre that was Monty getting hurt.

“Eat this for me. I’m going to take Danny to see my brother.” Jett nods at his words, taking the bag with a soft smile. Micah kisses his forehead as he whispers something softly to the other man.

The two of them are utterly adorable. I get all warm and fuzzy watching them.

To think I was there the moment Micah realized he wanted to date him is astounding. Like, how is that even possible? It feels like they’ve been together forever.

I spot Finn and Raymond sleeping on a pop-up cot with Bellamy and Aries hovering close by. There are a few other faces I recognize from the team, and even Brutal Bishop is here. He’s on the other side of Aries, his gaze on the boy beside him. If the media is right, his name is Atlas.

My mind races with all this information, probably as a way to distract me from what I’m about to see. I don’t do well with sickness and pain. It’s not really my forte. I much prefer sunshine and smiles.

But I need to be brave. I have to be for Monty.

He’d do the same for me.

Not that I plan to get tackled by any aggressive linesmen anytime soon or anything. With my luck, I’ll slip on a Lego and hurt myself instead.

“Here he is. Skye is in there with him. Hasn’t left his side all day.” Micah pushes the door open and nods for me to go in.

When I push the curtain aside, I gasp. Monty looks nothing like himself in the massive hospital bed. There’s a white cast on his leg from foot to his thigh, and he’s covered in blankets.

From the waist up, you would think he was asleep. It’s the lower half of him that’s proof of the battle he’s been through.

“Princess?” a voice rasps. I whip my head over to see Daddy sitting forward in a chair by the bed. “Am I dreaming? I must be since you were supposed to call me.”

Laughing softly, I move over to him, dropping my bag on the way. I climb into his lap gently and tuck my head under his neck.

“Sorry about that. It’s a bit of a story, but I made it here in one piece. Micah found me downstairs and brought me up.”

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