Page 69 of Their Perfect Daddy

"What's going on?" he asks when Daddy pulls me over to the center of the room.

I stand there as he steps away and starts moving furniture to create a big, empty space.

Daddy tells Monty, “I'm setting up a play area for our princess. He's a little bit stressed with his worry for you and needs some time to decompress. You're going to let him because he needs this. Understood, Brat?”

Monty nods as the scowl on his face softens a bit. “If it's what he needs, then yes.”

Daddy smiles at us both. "I have such good boys today. I'll have to reward you both later."

Both of our cheeks blaze with the promise behind Daddy's words. We haven't been able to do anything naughty given our insane schedules, and then Monty’s injury.

I've been wondering exactly how things would work since he can’t move like he usually does. Granted, he’s not unableto perform that particular task. I've seen Monty's cock harden when he wakes up. He doesn’t ever do anything about it.

I've been tempted to myself, but since Daddy hasn't either, I stop myself. He’s the leader in this whole thing.

Within a few minutes, Daddy has a blanket laid out on the floor and some extra pillows he grabbed from another bedroom spread around the space. He disappears for a bit longer once he sits me down. When he comes back, my body lights up with joy.

I reach my hands out towards him and make a grabbing motion as I squeal. He hands me the largest object in his arms, which is an oversized stuffed llama.

"I love him," I say excitedly.

Monty laughs loudly. A look his way shows him smiling at me. "You did good, Daddy," he announces.

"I know I did. I also got you something." Daddy goes over to Monty and hands him a box.

Monty's eyes light up. "You got me a retro Game Boy?! Holy..."

"Uh-uh-uh," Daddy says.

"Holy Toledo. That's exactly what I was going to say the first time,” Monty replies as he rips open the cardboard box.

Daddy comes back over to me with a canvas bag in his hand and drops it on the floor. He squats down and begins to pull items from it, including a plastic tray, various containers of Play-Doh, coloring books, and a fake tea set.

"I get all this?" I question softly, unsure how to feel in the moment.

"These are your toys, Princess. Things I thought you might enjoy playing with while you're here. I had picked them up and intended to get them to you, but we all know how that went with my work schedule.”

"You had these?" Monty asks curiously as he pauses his attack on the box. I listen closely because I also want to know.

Daddy nods, his hands are on his knees as he looks between us. "I have. There hasn't been a single moment where I was away from you I didn't think about you or want to spoil you. I hate how we're all together for this reason, but I'm very happy I get to finally have time with you.”

Monty grins, then goes back to ripping into his new toy. I, on the other hand, look down at the items before me as I try to decide what I want.

"There's no rush, Princess," Daddy tells me, before kissing the top of my head and standing to move across the room.

My eyes hold onto the items for a while longer as I squeeze my new llama. I'll have to name him soon. I'm thinking Perry is probably a good name. Or maybe Lolo. Whatever comes naturally next time I say his name is what he'll be.

With that done, it's time to play with the toys. Daddy said it was okay, and if Monty has a toy, then I want to play with my toys too.

For some reason, the Play-Doh calls to me the most. Grabbing the pink one, I peel the top off and press a finger into the mushy substance. It feels funny, which makes me giggle. Then I raise my head quickly to make sure no one saw me.

Both of the other men are focused on different tasks: Monty on his game, and Daddy on scrolling through something on the TV. When I turn back to the Play-Doh, I decide to go all in. I tip the container over onto the plastic tray, then sit my llama down beside me as I use both hands to squeeze the pile.

I work through it, pinching off different pieces and making all kinds of shapes. They aren't perfect, but I don’t really care. My imagination runs wild, creating ladybugs and pretend books and animal shapes. It's the most fun I've had in ages. I can't recall the last time I felt relaxed like this.

Deep in the haze of playing, I don't register anything else around me for a long time. It's only when the urge to pee comesI stop and look up. Daddy is reclined in a chair, positioned between me and Monty. Monty is fast asleep, the game device still in hand. It looks as if Daddy turned it off at some point.

When Daddy sees me looking, he leans forward. “Everything okay, Princess?”

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