Page 10 of Daddy’s Perfect Pair

Anger rears its ugly head as I try and imagine what it’s like to not have a loving and supportive family, and I just can’t even fathom how they must feel.

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” I get up, grabbing the little crafting bear I saw at the store, and move to kneel in front of her. “Family is supposed to be loving and supportive no matter what, and I’m so sorry neither of you have that in your life.” I shake my head trying to clear it. “I saw this and immediately thought of you, Julie. I hope you like it.” I stand up, kissing her cheek as I hand her the wrapped bear, before moving back to the gifts and grabbing the one I got for Peter.

I’m not really sure what he enjoys, but I know he’s the full-time submissive and Little in their relationship, so I went with my gut and bought him a play-doh set with animal cutters.

Handing the present to him, I watch as they both rip them open.

“Oh my God!” Julie gasps, and I watch as tears of joy run down her face. She hugs the bear to her chest, squishing it tightly against her. “Thank you so much! I love him!” She’s smiling and crying when Peter starts giggling.

“I love it! Can I play with it? Please?” He looks at me with wide hopeful eyes, and I nod.

“Of course, you can! But you need to drink a full glass of water first. You still look pretty tired, little one.”

He blushes then gets up and leaves the room while I turn back and sit down on the couch beside Julie.

“I love him,” she whispers, looking to the floor, and I reach over and use my finger to lift her chin.

“I’m glad you love him,” I tell her honestly. It makes me happy to know I brought smiles to their faces. “Do you have an idea of what you want to name him?” I ask, and she giggles.

“Bell,” she giggles some more. “Pete bought me a bear for Christmas, and I named him Jingle.” She keels over in a fit of laughter and its one of the cutest things I’ve seen in a long time.

“So, now whenever you want your stuffies, you’re going to ask for Jingle and Bell?” I chuckle with her before the words are even out of my mouth.

She nods, her smile wide before she lunges towards me, wrapping her little arms around my neck and straddling my lap.

Fuck, she feels too good to hold, and her wiggling is taking all of my self-control from me. All I want to do is wrap her up in my arms and kiss the living fuck right out of her adorableness so she’s blushing for an entirely different reason.

Calm down, dick. We have to talk first before we can make any sort of move on them.

Peter walks back into the room with a glass of water in hand and looks us over.

“Someone seems happy.” He nods to his wife currently sitting in my lap, and I nod, swallowing down my nerves.

What if he doesn’t like seeing his wife in someone else’s arms? He could end up being really upset over all of this, and it could leave me heartbroken and lonely.

Polyamory is something that’s new to them. They’ve only ever been with each other, and it’s not something I’ve ever really practiced before either.

Sure, I’ve had more than one fling going at the same time, but those women knew the score. They were there for my pleasure and theirs, and nothing was ever going to come from our being together.

Julie and Peter are different. I don’t want anything casual with them. If we do this, we’re doing this for keeps, and that scares the shit out of me.

“I am!” Julie squeals, pulling back and blushing, before her eyes travel down between us.

The groan that follows sets her giggles off again before her eyes fill with heat, and I’m knocked for a fucking loop.

She wants me, too.

Peter gives me a knowing look, a small flash of jealousy appearing in his eyes, and I know we need to get everything out in the open before we can move on with anything.

As gently as possible, I ease Julie off of my lap before standing and moving back to the chair. Pete actually smiles at me before sitting on the couch and pulling Julie in under his arm. With that one look, I know he appreciates what I did without making a big deal out of it.

“I drank a glass while I was in there, but I brought this one out to sip on. I assume we’re going to be talking for a while?” he asks, and I nod, looking at Julie. “We always share a glass. It’s this weird co-dependant thing, along with both of us hating to do dishes,” he explains, and I laugh.

“I hate dishes too, so I don’t blame you at all!” I really do hate dishes. It’s very much why I have a dishwasher in my place.

Julie’s face grows serious. “Are you going to tell us you don’t want to try?” she whispers, and I shake my head.

“No, sweet girl. I want to try.” I take a deep breath. “I talked to my best friend yesterday when I went to their place for Christmas. He’s a Daddy Dom for my sister. I needed his advice, and he told me that if we’re all feeling this pull, there’s a reason for it,” I explain, and they both nod their heads in agreement.

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