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Daddy squeezes his hand once, then releases me. “While you do that, I’ll go cook up the popcorn and open the candy. I grabbed a bunch of fun size treats for you boys to have some variety.”

Monty and I cheer at the news of extra sweets. Daddy doesn’t always let us have lots. He says it makes us mischievous. Given our history, I have to agree with him.

After cleaning everything up, I drop into the chair beside Monty. Before I can let my nerves sink in again, he switches the screen on and logs into the streaming app. Daddy comes in carrying a tray piled high with delicious options for us.

I make a reaching motion to him. “Not yet, Princess. Let’s get settled first.”

“Hello? Can you guys hear me?” Micah’s voice halts the pout I want to throw Daddy’s way. It’s not because I’m bratting or anything. I just hate it when he tells me to wait for the goods. The goods could be sweets or his cock. Either way, I’m not going to be happy with waiting.

Daddy eases down in the seat on my other side. I fully understand him not placing the full tray near Monty. He would definitely sneak some when our caregiver wasn’t looking.

I snicker at the thought as Monty shouts, “Yeppers! You’re registering loud and clear.”

“Excellent. Glad we finally got this settled.” Micah takes a deep breath. “Now then, here’s how we’ll handle it. You’re goingto have visual and audio, but I’m going to mute y’all on this side of things. I don’t want to distract from the ceremony. Agreed?”

“Not a problem, Micah. We appreciate you going through this much trouble. Especially when your own boy would prefer you stay home.” Daddy is referencing Jett, which sends a pang of guilt through me.

My friend must see it because he’s quick to interject. “He’s fine, actually. Raymond and Finn are with him today. Jake Bellport too. His Daddies set up some type of playdate which included painting model trains.”

“Bet he was eager to go,” Monty replies with a big smile.

Micah’s own grin rivals his brother’s. “He was ecstatic at the chance. I’m thankful the men were willing to spend the full day with him. There’s even talk of a sleepover.”

“I want a sleepover,” Monty grumbles.

Daddy leans forward to look at him. “Not until you’re released for more mobility. I can’t risk the other boys getting excited and setting back your progress. We want you healed and back on the field.”

A look comes across Monty’s face so quick I almost miss it. It’s not the first time I’ve seen it either. I have a sneaking suspicion this brat isn’t thrilled about playing professionally again.

Which begs the question:What does he really want?

“Happy Valentine’s Day, boyfriends!” Monty’s words are distracting enough that Daddy doesn’t mention anything else about football. I wonder if he noticed it too or if I’m the only one picking up on things.

Before I can ask about it, Micah’s clearing his throat and announcing it’s time to begin. I make a note to go over the details some other time. I want to know everything I can about my boyfriends. Even the thoughts they might be too scared to voice.

CHAPTER 32

JETT

A few days prior

“Iknow this isn’t ideal,” Daddy tells me as he stuffs another shirt into his suitcase. It takes everything in me to not go over to his case and reorganize it all. The messy pile makes my skin itch.

How is he going to know where anything is with it all being a mess? It’s much easier when you keep the space sectioned off.

“Sweet boy.”

Daddy’s soft tone drags my attention from his clothes up to his face. He’s scowling at whatever expression I have.

“Yes?” I ask, hoping my bland tone will distract him.

He holds out his arms. I rush around the bed to lift him into my arms. His chuckle lets me know it was the right move. While some might think it odd to lift up their Daddy, it makes a lot of sense with how big I am compared to mine. Besides, this way, he’s all wrapped around me.

“Will you be ok without me? I can book you a ticket too. The idea of you being alone for this day…” His voice trails off.

I pull back to let him see my face. He needs to know I’m not hiding anything when I tell him the truth.

“Daddy, I’m not bothered by your work trip. I’d be a hypocrite if I was considering how much I travel. What’s bothering me is the horrible packing you’re doing. I can’t stand it.”

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