Page 12 of Daddy’s Perfect Pair

“Are you crazy?! Of course, I like it! I love it!” I kiss him on the lips with my arms looped around his neck before I can even question what I’ve done, but oh God, it feels so good. So right.

He groans into the kiss, his hand spasming on my hip before he pulls back.

“You two are going to be the death of me,” he groans, and we giggle. “Better go sit back over there so we can finish this, little jewel.” He pats my hip and helps me stand so I can move back over to sit beside Pete.

Now that I’m back beside him, I’m starting to feel guilty. I worry and wonder about kissing Trey without asking his permission first. Will Pete be hurt or upset?

I know he kissed Trey earlier, but that was a huge deal for him.

“It’s okay, Jules.” He leans over and whispers in my ear before kissing my cheek. “He’s our Daddy now. It’s okay, babe,” he promises as he pulls back.

I search his face for any hint of discomfort or jealousy, but there isn’t any like there was a while ago when he saw me sitting on Trey’s lap.

“I love you, Pete,” I whisper, tears brimming my eyes, and he smiles back at me.

“I love you too, Jules.” He winks at me before we both turn our attention back to Trey. He’s patiently watching all of this happen, and there’s not a trace of jealousy or anger on his face. If there’s anything to be seen, it’s longing to have what we have, and he will.

Right here with us where we know he belongs. This feeling of rightness is something new to him, but Pete and I have felt this for one another since we were kids. We recognize it even if Trey needs time.

“You guys are incredible,” he whispers almost to himself. “I need to make sure that you’re truly alright with allowing me into your relationship. I don’t want to do anything to ever jeopardize what you guys have together.”

It’s that exact attitude and knowledge that makes me know he’s exactly the right person to be our Daddy.

“I don’t think you realize that you’re the only one that ever would have been right for us,” Pete looks at him, a fierceness on his face that I’ve only ever seen when he’s protective. “I don’t think anyone else would have made us feel this at ease. They wouldn’t have put mine and Jules’ marriage before this new dynamic, and we sure as hell wouldn’t have felt for them the way we feel for you.” He breathes the second he’s finished, and Trey narrows his eyes at him.

“I’m grateful beyond anything you could ever imagine that you feel like that, but did we not just talk about language, little man?”

I can’t help but giggle at the oopsie look on Pete’s face before he breaks into a deep blush.

“Sorry, Daddy,” he whispers, and Trey smiles.

“God, I love hearing you both call me that.” He shakes his head in wonderment before turning serious. “I can tell I’m losing you both to your Littles quickly, so I just have one more thing I want to say and have you agree to.” He looks between us, waiting for us to make sure he has our full attention before continuing. “If either of you feels any form of jealousy, or wants to slow down, you need to tell me, and I promise to do the same,” he adds before we can ask.

I sigh, looking at him and Pete and feeling so much love in my chest, I know deep down that this is exactly where the three of us are supposed to be.

“I promise,” I state, and Pete squeezes my hand before nodding.

“Me too.”

Trey

Watching them play in Little space has been nothing short of amazing.

I have to wonder if maybe this is how Landon feels when he’s with Lilly. Like there’s a piece inside of him that just knows that protecting that innocent part of her is what he was always meant to do…because that’s how I feel watching them play with Peter’s play-doh set, while my little jewel cuddles with Jingle and Bell, laughing and giggling away.

I feel like this is exactly where I’m meant to be, and the thought of anyone else giving them what they need, terrifies me.

“Daddy, look!” Peter screams from the floor, drawing my attention back to them.

“Wow, little man! Look at that! Is it a fire truck?” I ask, kneeling down beside him, and he beams up at me.

“It is!” He claps and bounces excitedly, and I smile. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it! It’s pretty awesome,” I tell him, making sure the pride is evident in my voice.

I have no idea where any of this is coming from, but maybe it’s because I’ve always been around Lillypad.

Looking over towards Julie, I catch a yawn that she tries to hide by slapping her hand over her mouth.

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