Page 42 of Their Perfect Daddy

Dropping onto the couch, I pat the spots beside me. Monty bounces onto the one closest to him while Danny frowns at me.

“He wants to sit in your lap,” Monty announces. “He was in mine before you got here. I think it’s part of his regression stuff.”

Ah, yes.

“You can always sit in Daddy’s lap if you want, Princess.” The minute the words leave my lips, he twirls and drops gently onto me.

Monty laughs and scoots closer. Huddled together, I bask in the feel of being exactly where I’m meant to be. That holiday party changed everything. Now I have to make sure I explain things well enough to keep these two blessings a part of my life.

“I need to know what you want for dinner before I go over things between us. If you can’t agree, then I’ll pick for you. I’d like you to try though.”

The boys share a look, then turn to face me. Together, they say, “Pizza!”

Then Monty quickly adds, “And cheese bread with dipping sauce.”

This moment will stay in my mind for a long, long time. I can’t imagine a more perfect first official date between us.

“Pizza it is then. I’m guessing meat lovers for my brat and extra cheesy for our princess.” They nod and then settle in playing thumb war while I order with the app on my phone. By the time I’ve finished, Monty is huffing about how Danny is too strong to beat.

We all know this isn’t the case at all. Monty is very clearly the stronger of the two. The fact that he’s pretending has my smile widening. He’s the perfect Middle to match Danny’s Little side.

I place my hands over theirs before they can start another round. “Why don’t we go over things while we wait on the food?”

They immediately sit up straighter, their gazes on me like I’m teaching them the most interesting subject known to man. For them, it might just be.

A lot of people don’t realize they’ve buried a part of themselves to fit into society’s standards. Life will sometimes grant them a peek into the alternate reality they could have. It’s then their minds open to a whole new world.

Some people accept the new life. Others deny it and keep going as they were.

And a few really lucky ones stumble into it with the best-case scenario of their dreams. I definitely fall into the latter.

I start with the basics of kink, explaining what it all entails. “There is no definite path for this. Everyone has a different journey and different things they get out of their experiences,” I tell them.

From there, I go into some safety details along with a disclaimer to ensure they aren’t ashamed by anything they find appealing. Too many people get kink shamed early on. It throws off their true desires, making it harder on them and all their future partners.

The pizza arrives right as I’m about to go over limits. I decide it’s as good a time as any to take a break.

Except fate has other plans for us. I’m opening the first pizza box when my phone rings with my brother’s ringtone.

“Gale?” I answer, curious as to why he’s calling so late.

“Skye.”

His voice breaks with my name. I’m immediately on alert.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

The boys beside me freeze in their playing to watch me with wide eyes. If I weren’t terrified about the answer my brother is about to give me, then I’d have the ability to tell them it’s going to be ok.

As it is, I’m all out of answers.

“It’s Poppy. She’s…fuck.She’s in the hospital. It’s not looking good. They had to save the baby first, and then there was the blood.”

“Baby? What baby? What about the wedding?” My sister wasn’t pregnant. She couldn’t be. We talk often enough it would have come up. We were supposed to be getting save the date cards, not gender reveal news.

He grunts. “She is. She was. And she didn’t even fucking know it. The doctor gave it some kind of name. I can’t remember it now.”

“Stealth pregnancy,” I answer automatically. They’re rare enough I’ve only come across one in all my years practicing.

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