Page 69 of Power Play Daddies
Chinese, because Mason decided nothing beats greasy noodles when you’re processing life-altering news. It’s kind of absurd, but here we are.
I’m quiet, mostly picking at my food. Daisy’s on the other side of the table, wedged between Mason and Kieran, and she’s holding her chopsticks like they’re a lifeline. Her hands are small, delicate, but steady enough.
I’m really trying to process everything because my brain’s been turned inside out since she said, “I’m pregnant.”
Mason’s leaning back in his chair, his arms sprawled out like we’re just casually shooting the shit. “So,” he says between bites of sesame chicken, “this is a little… unconventional.”
“A little?” Daisy shoots him a look. “Try a lot.”
Mason smirks. “Come on, it’s not like we’ve never shared things before.” His tone’s light, but the comment lands like a punch.
Kieran raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, maybe you two, but not me. Also, thosethingsdidn’t havean uncle who’s also our coach.”
Daisy groans, burying her face in her hands. “Oh god, Uncle Ace is going to kill me.”
“No, he’s going to kill us,” I say, finally speaking up. My voice sounds rough, like I’ve been gargling gravel. I clear mythroat and reach for a dumpling. “We’re the ones who… well, you know.”
Kieran snorts. “Very articulate, Beau. Real smooth.”
“Fuck off,” I say, shoving a dumpling into my mouth.
Daisy sighs, pulling her hands away from her face. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes dart between us. “This is weird, right? I mean, it’s not just me? This is uncharted territory.”
“It is,” Mason says, nodding, “but we’ll figure it out. You were saying you’ll hold off on the DNA testing until the birth, right?”
I glance at him, then at Kieran, who’s got his arm slung casually over the back of Daisy’s chair. It’s possessive, and it grates on my nerves, but I swallow it down. For now.
“Yes. If you guys don’t mind,” she says softly.
“We’re all here,” Kieran says, his voice steady. “We’re not going anywhere. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, you’ve got us.”
Daisy blinks, her lips parting like she doesn’t quite know how to respond. “That’s... I appreciate it. All of you. Really.”
Mason grins. “Don’t get all emotional on us now. We’ll be at every doctor’s appointment, every Lamaze class. Hell, we’ll even argue over who gets to hold the baby first.”
Daisy laughs softly, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you love it,” Mason quips, reaching for an egg roll.
The conversation drifts to logistics—who’ll be her emergency contact, how we’ll navigate schedules with our careers, and her pregnancy.
It’s surreal, sitting here like this, talking about baby stuff with two other guys who’ve also been inside her. But Daisy looks lighter, like some of the weight she’s been carrying has been lifted.
Around nine, the containers are mostly empty, and the energy’s shifted. Kieran stretches, his hand brushing Daisy’s shoulder.
“I’ll stay here tonight,” he says.
Daisy smiles, a small, grateful thing that makes my chest tighten. “Thanks.”
She stands, walking us to the door. One by one, we hug her goodnight. When it’s my turn, I linger, my arms wrapped around her a little too long.
“Goodnight, Beau,” she whispers, pulling back.
“Yeah, goodnight,” I say, stepping away and stuffing my hands in my pockets.
By the time I get back to my penthouse, the adrenaline’s worn off, leaving me drained and restless all at once. The lights are dim, the space eerily quiet. It doesn’t feel like home tonight.
I head to my bedroom, peeling off my jacket as I go. I’m halfway to the shower when I see them—lavender lace panties, draped over the armrest of the chair by the window.
