Page 20 of Daddy’s Perfect Pair

God, I’m so thankful to be out of there.

The nurses were nice and all, but I hated being away from home. Away from Jules and making sure she was safe and happy, and watching her sleep in a chair every night was killing me a little.

I know we’re going to stay at Trey’s place for a little while so I don’t have to worry about the stairs to the bedroom, etc, but at least I will be with the two people I love and trust.

I know Jules and Trey have said those words to each other, but I wouldn’t allow him to say it to me in the hospital.

I’m not sure why, but my Little threw a massive fit over it. He took it in stride, smiling at me in understanding though. I’m confused how he could be so understanding when I didn’t even get it.

Maybe I’m missing something. I just want to be away from a hospital bed and the ugly ass gowns they make you wear. I want the first time we admit our feelings to be somewhere special and not while they were afraid, I was going to die.

Ah, fuck. I get it now.

I threw a tantrum because I was scared he was going to tell me he loved me based on my being shot, rather than his true feelings. Like he was being forced into saying it before he wanted to.

God, I’m a jerk.

“Daddy,” I whisper from the passenger seat of his car, unable to look at him.

“What’s wrong, little man?” he asks, his voice sweet and kind without a trace of anger or unease.

“I get why I threw a tantrum now,” I admit, feeling myself pouting, and wanting to curl into a ball away from the big scary world.

God, I hate being an adult sometimes.

“Why do you think you threw the tantrum, buddy?” he asks, and even though I’m sad, I perk up at the new nickname.

“Because I’s was scared,” I whisper in my Little voice, tears threatening to fall.

“What? Why were you scared?” he questions, sharing a look with Jules in the rear-view mirror.

I just shrug, scared to tell him the truth, but Jules squeezes my shoulder in encouragement.

As is often the case when I get emotional, it’s hard for me to voice my feelings, but she gets me. She just instinctively knows what to say and do, and how I’m feeling.

She’s a good mommy.

Whoa. That’s a brain twist for you, right there. I’ve never once thought of her as my Mommy, or really a Dominant before.

She’s always taken the caregiver role so naturally in our relationship, but since we’ve discovered this part of the lifestyle, it’s never been a conscious thought in my mind to maybe put her in the same type of role as Trey.

“I think I was worried you would say it because I almost died, and not because you were truly ready,” I whisper, hanging my head in shame. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Hey, Pete, it’s okay. I had a feeling that’s why you were upset, and I don’t hold it against you.” He takes a deep breath, pulling into an underground parking garage before looking back over at me. “I was planning on telling you both how I felt that night. I would have said it sooner in the week, but I really wanted it to be in person,” he explains, and the tears burn the back of my eyelids.

“You swear?” I ask, and he smiles.

“Cross my heart.” He smirks, and Jules and I both giggle.

“Okay.” I nod.

Trey’s apartmentis astronomical compared to our little house.

I’d feel completely out of place if he didn’t seem so happy for us to be here. It’s almost like he’s lonely when he’s here alone. It’s an awfully big place for one person to live.

He’s made us feel more than comfortable here though, and I’m grateful for that.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

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