Page 23 of Daddy’s Perfect Pair

“Sorry, Jules,” he says, pouting.

“I appreciate the apology, but if you think you’re off the hook for even daring to speak to me that way, you’ve got another think coming, mister.” I tap my foot on the floor, trying to stop myself from growling at him like an angry kitten. The last thing I need him to do is think I’m cute when I’m beyond pissed off.

“Are you…you’re acting like a Mommy,” he says quietly, and my heart does this weird flip flop thing in my chest.

I’ve never even once considered that he may end up calling me Mommy one day.

“Is that what you need me to be right now, Pete? You need me to be your Mommy so you can be Little and let some of the stress and aggravation from your limitations, go?” I ask him, watching as he shifts around a little.

“Maybe. I don’t really know, but you’re definitely acting like Daddy does when we’ve done something oops like,” he says, and I want to giggle with him, but he needs this.

With Trey being back at work and Peter not used to being so helpless, I think he just feels lost, and probably like he’s drowning.

“If you want me to be Mommy today, I can do that for you, but you have to tell me. I’m not a mind reader, babe,” I explain, and he huffs.

“I know, Mommy, I sorry. I just feels like I drowning and stuffs,” he whimpers, and I uncross my arms, moving to him and pulling him into a tight hug.

“Aww, Pete! Don’t ever keep that kind of thing locked inside. I love you, and I want to be here for you in any way that I can be. You’re my person.” I stand on my toes, kissing the underside of his jaw, and he sighs.

“I think I need some play time,” he admits, and I smile.

“And you can have it, but there’s something we need to take care of first,” I tell him, and he scrunches his nose.

“What?” he asks, like he isn’t aware that being rude comes with a punishment.

“Before you can play, you’re going to write‘It’s not okay to be rude’one hundred times.

He gasps. “A hundred?! That’s so many! You’re a mean Mommy,” he grumbles, and I chuckle.

“Are you going to tell me you don’t deserve it for how you spoke to me? Your wife?” I ask, and his face falls.

“No. I deserve more. I really am sorry, Jules. You’re kind of rocking this whole mommy thing.” He gives me a sweet smile, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “Let’s go get these lines over with. I wants to play before the meds kick in and knock me outs.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “You got it, babe.”

Trey

The secondI walk through the door, I’m greeted with giggles all around, and it swells my heart more than I thought possible.

God, I would give anything to come home to them every single day.

“Buddy, Jewel!” I call to them, and their giggles become louder before Pete’s voice rises.

“Shhh, we don’t want him to give us troubles!” Pete says to Julie, who snorts.

“We won’t gets in trouble! We was good today! So good, I even got to be Littles wif you!” Her Little voice is so fucking adorable, I’m in serious danger of my heart growing too big for my chest.

“Yeah, that’s fun! We totes has to do dis more often!” Pete giggles, and yep. My heart just grew again. What the actual fuck? Is it possible for your heart to be too big? Asking for a friend.

“How are my little ones doing today?” I ask them, stepping into the bedroom that looks like a convenient store blew up in it.

“Hi Daddy!” They both yelp, giant smiles on their faces like they think it will be enough to distract me from the mess.

It almost works, but I’m not going to tell them that.

“Someone want to explain this mess?” I ask, my eyebrow raised in question as I pull off my suit jacket and roll up the sleeves.

Both of them are staring at me like they want to devour me, and fuck if I don’t want to let them, but Pete isn’t there yet.

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