Page 77 of Their Perfect Daddy

Skye:

Defeat or not, I’m done with this conversation. When you want to tell me what’s really going on, you know how to find me.

I set the phone down with far too much force. I wince, hesitant to even check the fucking thing for cracks. Whatever the outcome, I’ll deal with it later. Right now, I need to get this food up to my boys before they get too rowdy.

The next morning

Ding dong.

“Is that the doorbell?” My princess says as he stretches out across the bed to cuddle our brat.

Monty nods, his fingers petting through the messy bed hair of the boy laying on his chest. “It is. I’m not sure who it could be though.”

It only takes me a second to realize who it might be. “Shit! I think I know who it is.”

Climbing out of bed, I straighten my clothes as best I can before I face whichever of my siblings decided to make the journey here. If I had to guess, it’s likely Gale. I told him to contact me once he could verbalize what he’d been trying to tell me.

Since I wasn’t specific, I have no doubt it’s him.

“Who is it, Daddy?” My brat asks, his head tilted as he looks me over. There’s hunger in his eyes I have to force myself to ignore.

“I think it’s one of my siblings,” I press a kiss to both of their heads. “Why don’t you get up and dressed, then I can come help you downstairs.”

“You want us to meet them?” Our princess sits up, his eyes wide.

Nodding, I run a finger along his jaw. The doorbell goes off again.Yeah, it’s definitely Gale.

“I’m sure. You’re both important parts of my life. I want them to know.”

When the bell goes off a third time, I leave them to do as I said. Rushing down the stairs, I prepare myself to face off with my rambunctious brother. Except when I open the door, it isn’t Gale standing there.

Or I should say, it isn’t JUST him.

All my siblings, minus Poppy, stand on the porch with varying degrees of amusement. “What are you all doing here?”

“You were being shady. We couldn’t let it go,” Snow says with a chin jerk. “Going to let us into this place or are we not welcome?”

I shake my head. “It’s not a matter of being welcome. I told my boy it was probably only one of you.”

“Your boy? Did you get a kid?” Dewey questions.

Daisy elbows him as she mock whispers, “Don’t think he means a platonic or familial way.”

“If you have a sugar baby, so help me god!” Rayne’s voice thunders from the back of the pack.

“I do not have a sugar baby. Come inside. I’d rather not have this talk on the porch. With our luck, someone will have a telephoto lens on the place.” I wave them inside before shuttingthe door behind them. “Come sit in the living room. I’ll go upstairs to get my boys.”

As I’m walking away, I hear Storm muttering, “That time it was plural.”

Gale replies, “And you all say I’m the problem child.”

In the bedroom, I find my boys fully dressed and waiting for me. I smile at their cute matching sweatsuits—a purchase our brat made in a fit of boredom.

“Slight change of plans. Almost all my siblings are here. And I might have slipped and said boys. So they’ll know more than intended.”

I don’t admit it wasn’t really a slip so much as an intentional mention. The more they know upfront, the less they’ll dig. It’s much easier to be honest with them.

“I guess we’re doing this meet the family thing all over again. Danny, baby, you’re up next. Please give us more than a few minutes heads up if you can,” Monty sasses at him.

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