Page 111 of Power Play Daddies

“Here,” he says, holding them out to me. “It’s a gift. For you.”

I blink. “What is this?”

“Open it,” he urges.

I take the keys and stare at them, my heart racing. “What is this?” I repeat, but I’m already climbing to my feet and walking outside to where a sleek, brand-new minivan is parked in front of the restaurant.

My mouth drops open. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You… you bought me a minivan?”

Beau and the guys are grinning like proud little boys. “We figured you could use one,” Mason says, shrugging. “With the babies and everything.”

I turn to them, feeling this rush of happiness. I don’t even know what to say. “This is insane. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

I step forward and kiss each of them, one by one, overwhelmed. “This is amazing. You guys are amazing.” I’m grinning like an idiot, but I don’t care. This is everything.

I’ve got the career, the support, the family—everything I need. I’m finally where I’ve always wanted to be.

The pregnancy is flying by, and damn, it feels like a rollercoaster. Some days are better than others, but overall? It’s… weirdly beautiful.

It’s like this little secret we’re all holding onto, the guys spoiling me in every way possible.

At first, it was little things—midnight snacks, a foot rub here and there—but now it’s like they’re determined to give meeverything.

Every week, it’s something new. This week, Beau showed up with the softest maternity pillow I’ve ever felt, and Mason—of course, it’s Mason—bought out the entire baby section at some fancy store in the city. They’ve been on me about the nursery, making sure it’s perfect.

We all decided to set up a room in Beau’s house as a temporary nursery for when the babies sleep over. They painted the walls a soft blue, and when I walked in the other day, I almost started crying.

The crib, the changing table, the tiny clothes—they’re all there. They’re just waiting.

“We need to get more stuff,” Beau says, standing in the doorway and looking over the room. “Like, more diapers. Lots more diapers.”

“I’m pretty sure the store has a limit on how many diapers we can buy,” I tell him, raising an eyebrow.

Mason walks in, his arms full of baby gear. “Not for long. We’re getting everything. You won’t have to worry about a single thing.”

It’s crazy how much they’ve gotten for these babies. It’s not just the crib, either. It’s strollers, clothes, shoes.

They even bought a swing, and a whole lot of organic baby food for when the little ones are ready. I didn’t even ask for half of this stuff. But they insisted.

And then there’s the team. The Miami Icemen. They’re killing it.

The streak they’ve got right now? It’s wild. Six wins in a row. It’s like they’ve found their rhythm, and every game is just another reason to celebrate.

Mason’s been even more intense—he’s focused. Their wins feel like a victory for everyone. And, of course, he’s also been spoiling me more with every win.

I don’t even think he knows what else to do, so he just brings more gifts.

“I got you something,” Mason says, dropping a bag in my lap after a game. I look inside, and it’s a new pair of sneakers.

“They’re awesome,” I say, laughing as I pull them out. “But why sneakers?”

“Because I know you’ll need to run after the little ones,” he says, a teasing smile on his face. “I’m already preparing you for the chaos.”

I kiss him on the cheek. “You’re insane.”

“Insanely in love with you,” he replies, and I don’t even fight the smile on my face.

Every week, my online segment keeps growing. It’s calledIce Talk With Daisy, and I swear, I’ve never seen anything like it.