Page 14 of Their Perfect Daddy

SKYE

D ating two men is an adventure in time management.

From the minute we made it back to the party, I knew it would take all my extra focus to track the boys I’d claimed as mine.

Not only did they try to go in different directions to not draw suspicion, but they also tried to act as if they didn’t know me.

It amused me briefly. Then it frustrated me.

Don’t call me Daddy one minute, and in the next, act as if I wasn’t bringing you pleasure. I pulled them aside to explain they needed to stop the charade. My tone and expression convinced them enough to behave for the rest of the night.

Since then, we’ve been keeping up with one another through texts and the occasional call. Both my boys prefer to message me their random thoughts through the day—one more than the other. Yes, I do mean my brat.

Calls are ‘too much work’ for them so I adjust to what they like. Part of being a good Daddy is meeting your partner where they need you to. I don’t much care how we communicate. As long as I hear from them through the day, I’m fine.

“You’re rather distracted today, Dr. Gellar,” my colleague, Dr. Venus Shoals says in a teasing voice.

I shake my head, chuckling at the accuracy. “Yes, I guess I am. It’s been a busy couple of weeks.”

Not that she knows the true meaning behind my words. Sure, work has been more hectic than usual. That’s not what has me on edge though.

It’s the lack of being able to see my boys. Both were so tactile that first night, I can only imagine how their coping without the physical touch part of our relationship. I’ve reassured them as best I can. However, it’s not the same as being with them.

“Do we need to look at the schedule again? I can cover for you if needed. There isn’t anything pressing right now.”

“No, Venus. That’s not necessary. I promise it will all balance out soon.” One way or another.

“Well at least let me give you an early night off or something. How about this Friday? You could even go on a date.” When I freeze, her eyes go wide. “Oh my gosh! Is there someone new in your life? Did I miss a Gellar Love Life Update?”

“ A what?”

She can’t possibly mean what I think she does. The hospital is full of gossiping colleagues. I didn’t think I’d be worth their time.

Seems I was wrong.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t act so coy. What’s their name? Tell me so I can have the fresh gossip.”

Laughing, I sign off on the paperwork at the counter before turning to her. “If you give me the early night on Friday, I’ll come back Saturday with a full run down. We can do breakfast. And I’ll bring those scones you love from that bakery around the corner.”

“DEAL!” she shouts the word before covering her mouth quickly and blushing.

My skin turns red as well with all the eyes turning our way. Thankfully, they don’t seem to know what’s going on. Venus is a troublemaker all on her own. They’re used to her antics.

“Thanks for the offer. You’re really giving me the break I needed.” I give her shoulder a squeeze as I leave to head to my office.

I won’t look this gift horse in the mouth. A chance to have an evening with the boys is perfect. I know Danny will have the evening off, despite his increasingly busy schedule. He’s got a huge project coming up that’s going to take him on a trip to Vegas soon.

A trip without a solid timeline.

Meaning he’ll be even further away than he is now.

And then there’s Monty. He’ll be done with practice by that time; however, I know the guys on his team encourage him to go out with them sometimes. I need to make sure he doesn’t agree to anything that night.

I’ll also need to figure out if a night in would be best, or if I want to brave trying to handle them out in public.

The answer comes to me in a flash of a daydream.

I picture Danny in a cute little lace outfit prancing around the living room playing with toys while Monty cuddles under a pile of blankets on the couch playing video games.

He’ll also be watching Danny every now and then. How could he resist?

We definitely need to stick close to home.

Even if they don’t want any of those things, I need them to be comfortable enough to speak freely with me about their desires for this relationship.

We can’t do that out in public. Monty is a bit of a celebrity.

I have no doubt he’ll be asked for autographs and selfies if we’re anywhere a sports fan shows up.

And since it’s Bellport, that’s basically everywhere.

On top of wanting to spend time with them, I also have to carve out space to shoot some more content for my followers. I’ve been slacking a bit in that department. Given how much of that money goes to good causes, I need to get my shit together soon. I also promised my boy a private show.

In my office, I shut my door and lean back against it as I pull up the group chat.

Daddy:

Don’t make any plans for Friday night, boys. I’m setting up a date for us. Any specific requests?

Brat:

Is this your version of asking us out?

Princess:

Oh yes! Please and thank you, Daddy. I want to spend time with you both ASAP.

Brat:

Don’t be a brown noser, Princess. Let the man work for it.

Daddy:

I more than intend to work for it, brat. You remember how it feels, don’t you? Or do you need a reminder?

Brat:

Ugh! Now I have a boner on the treadmill. The guys are giving me looks.

Princess:

That’s what you get for not just saying yes. I don’t have a boner.

Brat:

Bet I could make you get one.

Brat:

*Attached photo of sweaty abs and thighs poking out of tiny shorts*

Princess:

HOLY THIGHS

Princess:

Why are you wearing that in public? I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s ours.

Princess:

*Pouting emoji*

Brat:

It’s a workout with the team. These guys don’t see me that way. We’re family.

Princess:

There’s an entire section of fandom that supports incest!!!!!

I decide it’s time to step between the two. They’ll likely go back and forth as long as they have steam, which is probably far longer than I have in this mini-break I’m taking.

Daddy:

Princess, I’m sure it’s fine that he’s with the team. Our brat will put on some sweats when he leaves though so no one else gets a peek. That’s not a question either, Monty. I don’t want any paparazzi shots of those legs today.

Brat:

Yes, sir.

Brat:

*salute emoji*

Princess:

That seems too easy.

Brat:

*Attached photo of Monty from behind with the shorts wedged up under his cheeks*

Princess:

And there it is.

Princess:

Is it weird I want to bury my face there too?

Princess:

Shit. That was an inside thought. Ignore me.

Daddy:

We are NOT going to ignore that forever, but we will for now since there isn’t anything to be done about it. Save all those fantasies for Friday.

Princess:

I. Can’t. Wait.

Daddy:

Me too, princess. I’m going to get back to work for now. Send me some things I can check later. I want my boys to tell me how their days went before our nighttime call.

Brat:

Can do, Daddy.

Princess:

Yes, sir, Daddy, sir. Later. XOXO

I tuck my phone away with a smile. Those two are worth every minute of chaos. I already can’t picture life without them in it.

Friday arrives without much fuss. The week is busy enough to keep me preoccupied, though it does nothing to lessen my excitement about seeing my boys in person.

As soon as my shift ends, I head into the showers to clean the smell of the hospital off my skin. I don’t want to waste a minute of my time with them.

Although another shower session isn’t a bad idea. Maybe I could even add another pair of my boy’s panties to the new collection I’m building. I can always buy him some to replace whatever I confiscate them. The minute I see a pair lying around, I claim them like a dragon hoarding precious gold.

Tonight isn’t about our carnal desires. It’s about the communication part of this relationship. Our texts have been very surface level. I know their favorites and what they do each day. I have their schedules memorized at this point.

What I don’t know are their limits. I don’t know what they see for us in the future. Those are just as important with a relationship like ours.

Kink is so much more than what happens in a bedroom. I’ve known people whose hard limits were certain words or smells. It triggered them in harmful ways, therefore, it needed to be discussed and outlined in the relationship.

That’s my hope for tonight—to figure out what I need to avoid.

Because I want everything with these two. It’s far too soon to feel that way, yet I do.

“Have fun,” Venus calls out to me when I pass her in the hall.

“We will.” I smirk to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Her laughter rings around me as I jog the rest of the way down the hall to the stairwell. I have too much energy to wait for the elevator. My bag bounces against my leg with each step down. It’s a feeling that soothes my overeager soul.

Traffic is clear enough I arrive right on time. I don’t even get to knock on the door before it opens and two forms rush at me. I brace my back against the side of my car to accept the blow.

Four arms surround me in a tight hug as one face buries in my chest and the other lands on my shoulder. I look down at their bodies and grin.

This is my kind of welcome home.

Except, that’s not what this is. Not yet.

This is Monty’s house, not ours. And I’m not staying for the entire night, although it could turn that way. I won’t assume.

“It’s good to see you both too,” I tell them as I stroke my hands down their backs.

They share some kind of look before tilting their heads up. I’m left breathless for a long moment as I take in how perfect they are. It’s so much more than their features too.

It’s the way they look at me with trust and need. How they’re happy to see me without any additional requests other than my time.

“We’re happy you’re here, Skye,” Danny tells me.

I frown at the name. “What happened to Daddy?”