Page 8 of Daddy’s Perfect Pair

I swear to fuck, my anxiety gets the better of me when my mind wanders and that’s what it’s doing right now.

“What do you think will happen?” I ask him, lying in bed wrapped in his arms.

“I think he’s confused. Just like we’re new to this lifestyle in general, I think he is very new to being attracted to men,” he sighs, tightening his hold on me. “If it was just you, I doubt there would be any hesitation at all, Jules.”

I tilt my head up to kiss the bottom of his chin. “It’s never just me. I’d rather we never have a Daddy if it meant that I was the only one who got to be happy. I love you, Pete. You’re my everything. It’s us together, equally, or no deal,” I tell him.

He blows out a long breath and kisses my head. “I know, babe. I fucking love you to the moon and back beyond infinity.”

I smile into his chest and repeat the sentiment to him, closing my eyes.

“I hate waiting,” I whisper, and he nods against my head.

“Me too.”

Chapter3

Trey

I’m reading over the texts we shared yesterday.

Me:

Merry Christmas. Thinking about you. Let’s talk tomorrow.

Julie:

Merry Christmas!!!!!

Peter:

Merry Christmas! Looking forward to chatting!

I’ve been staringat their messages for a good fifteen minutes, trying to work up the nerve to call them, but it’s hard.

I’ve never been with a guy before, and as confident as my conversation with Landon yesterday made me feel, some of that isn’t present right now.

I know trying with them is something worth pursuing, but a part of me is fearful. What if I’m not enough for them but we don’t realize it until it’s too late and feelings are involved?

I don’t want to hurt a couple of the most adorable Littles I’ve ever seen.

Taking a deep breath, I shake off the negative feelings and doubt, and hit the call button. The phone rings three times before they pick up and I smile. Something tells me they were trying hard to not seem like they were sitting on their phones like I have been all morning.

Something about that idea makes my heart beat faster.

“Hey, Trey!” Julie’s happiness is clear through the phone.

“Hey, Julie,” I smile to myself. “How are you and Peter doing?” I ask.

“We’re a little hungover,” Peter grumbles, and I frown.

“How much did you have to drink yesterday?” I ask before I can think better of it. It’s not my place to tell them how to live their lives, even when it comes to bad decisions. Not yet anyways.

“Too much,” he groans down the line, and Julie giggles.

“Speak for yourself, lightweight. I’m fine,” she chirps at him, and I can’t help but smile when he grunts in the background.

“Your tolerance for alcohol is terrifying, Jules. No one can keep up with you.”

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