Page 21 of Their Perfect Daddy

DANNY

“ W hy are there no drivers in the area?” I whine as I look at my phone’s screen hoping it will change. As it is, there isn’t a single cab or rideshare person available for the next half hour.

It’s like the universe is trying to give me grief over every little thing. Between actually witnessing the hit that took down my boyfriend and then rushing to the airport, I already feel on edge. Delaying my arrival to him only makes it ten times worse.

“Excuse me,” a voice calls from my right.

I whip my head around to find a guy standing there with a shy expression. He’s a little older than me. Not by too much I think. Ok, maybe a decade or two. Still, he looks great for his age.

“Yes?” I ask him.

“Sorry to interrupt, but it sounds like you need an urgent ride. I left my car here and can take you where you need to go.” At my widened eyes, he raises his hands. “Oh no! I’m not a killer or anything. You just…”

He looks around to see if anyone is listening before he steps closer.

“You give off Little energy, and I try to look out for others. I don’t have a Daddy, but my friends sometimes help me when I’m stuck and can’t be big.”

The words have me releasing a heavy breath.

“Yes! Please yes. I can use all the help. My Middle is at the hospital. Our Daddy is there with him or else he’d have picked me up. Can you take me to Bellport General?”

He nods quickly. “Absolutely. Follow me. By the way, I’m Zion.”

“I’m Danny. It’s nice to meet you. I really appreciate your help. The only other people I’d call to help are also at the hospital.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” I say as we move through the parking garage. “My Middle is my boss’s brother too. So it makes things a bit complicated.”

Monty explained to me that he’s not a Little like I am. That his desires lean more toward Middle status, and as such, I should refer to him that way, so people know the difference. At least for people in the kink world anyway. I wouldn’t tell all this to a stranger at the grocery store.

“I’ll say.” He chuckles. “This is me. Toss your bag in back if you need to.”

Zion gets us out of the airport and onto the main road with ease. It’s mere minutes later that I find us pulling up to the hospital.

Turning to him, I offer a big smile. “Is there any way I can repay you? Maybe we exchange numbers or something to hang sometime?”

He smiles shyly. “That sounds fun. Here’s my card. I know you’re in a hurry. Text me when you get a second. And good luck with everything. I hope your Middle is ok.”

“Me too.” I hop out of the car, grab my bag, and take off to the entry. It’s only once I’m inside that I realize I haven’t reached out to Daddy yet. I’m about to text him when I hear my name.

“Danny!” Micah shouts a second before he barrels into me. “Oh, thank goodness you’re here. I need you to make sense of this for me.”

“Make sense of what?”

“Of this throuple business the doctor mentioned. Because first he said that he was Monty’s boyfriend when we got here. Then I saw your text saying you were dating him. The doc said you both were, but how does that even work?”

I blush from head to toe at his earnest questioning.

“It works like every other relationship. We’re merely dating two people instead of one.”

“And you’re ok with this? You weren’t bullied into it? I would ask Monty, but he’s still out cold,” Micah admits.

I’ve never seen my friend so frazzled. Not even when clients are making endless demands, and we’re struggling to meet them does he get this bad.

Placing a hand over my heart, I give him my full attention.

“I promise you it was nothing like that. Monty and I hit it off at the first party. The one after the game you and I went to. We had a bit of a miscommunication and didn’t talk for a while.

The next party, which happened to be while you were wooing Jett on the train ride, brought Skye into my path.

We clicked instantly. And when he met Monty, it was like lightning.

The three of us are meant to be together. I believe it with my whole heart.”

Micah’s wary gaze softens. He smiles at me, then pulls me into a hard hug.

“I’m happy if you’re happy. My brother is a lot to deal with. It’s no wonder he needs two men.”

The snort I let out is embarrassing. If only he really knew the whole truth of it.

I doubt he’d be surprised though. I’ve seen him interact with Jett.

There’s a reason he fits in with Bellamy’s crew so well.

I have no doubt these alpha type athletes are all into the kink lifestyle.

I’d bet most are Daddies too. Well, all except Jett.

That sweet angel baby can’t possibly be the boss in his relationship with Micah.

Nope. Not at all.

Though really, I shouldn’t assume. I’ve been wrong about these things before.

We separate, then Micah leads us through the maze of halls to the elevator.

At Monty’s floor, he first takes me to the waiting area.

It’s then I see he’s got a bag of food. He goes over to Jett, who’s curled in the corner with a tablet and headphones.

When he lowers the screen, I see it’s game footage.

Hopefully it’s not today’s game. I didn’t even check to see if the team won after the massacre that was Monty getting hurt.

“Eat this for me. I’m going to take Danny to see my brother.” Jett nods at his words, taking the bag with a soft smile. Micah kisses his forehead as he whispers something softly to the other man.

The two of them are utterly adorable. I get all warm and fuzzy watching them.

To think I was there the moment Micah realized he wanted to date him is astounding. Like, how is that even possible? It feels like they’ve been together forever.

I spot Finn and Raymond sleeping on a pop-up cot with Bellamy and Aries hovering close by. There are a few other faces I recognize from the team, and even Brutal Bishop is here. He’s on the other side of Aries, his gaze on the boy beside him. If the media is right, his name is Atlas.

My mind races with all this information, probably as a way to distract me from what I’m about to see. I don’t do well with sickness and pain. It’s not really my forte. I much prefer sunshine and smiles.

But I need to be brave. I have to be for Monty.

He’d do the same for me.

Not that I plan to get tackled by any aggressive linesmen anytime soon or anything. With my luck, I’ll slip on a Lego and hurt myself instead.

“Here he is. Skye is in there with him. Hasn’t left his side all day.” Micah pushes the door open and nods for me to go in.

When I push the curtain aside, I gasp. Monty looks nothing like himself in the massive hospital bed. There’s a white cast on his leg from foot to his thigh, and he’s covered in blankets.

From the waist up, you would think he was asleep. It’s the lower half of him that’s proof of the battle he’s been through.

“Princess?” a voice rasps. I whip my head over to see Daddy sitting forward in a chair by the bed. “Am I dreaming? I must be since you were supposed to call me.”

Laughing softly, I move over to him, dropping my bag on the way. I climb into his lap gently and tuck my head under his neck.

“Sorry about that. It’s a bit of a story, but I made it here in one piece. Micah found me downstairs and brought me up.”

“Was it before or after he questioned you?”

“During,” I say with a chuckle. “He’s a little protective.”

“Makes sense. He’s got protective Daddy vibes for days.”

I hum, not quite sure I want to address that line of thinking. I’d much rather bask in the hold of my own Daddy.

“Need this,” he mumbles against my neck as his lips press against my skin. I wiggle a bit, the move both ticklish and arousing.

He chuckles, then shifts me until I’m leaning back against his chest, and we’re both facing Monty. Daddy laces my fingers with his, bringing them to my crossed legs.

“Are you ok, Daddy?” I ask softly.

“Yeah, Princess. I think I am. It wasn’t that way for a while. The minute I saw him on my table… It felt like my heart stopped altogether. I tried to hand off the surgery because I was so nervous.”

I turn to look up at him. “But you’re always so calm and cool.”

“Not when it comes to my boys. I’ve been trying to figure out how to get us all in the same place again. I’ve missed you two far more than I’ve allowed myself to admit. This happening kind of feels like fate forcing my hand.”

“Nooooo. That’s not it at all. The big mean guy tripped him. Did you see the footage?!”

He shakes his head, then squeezes our hands when I attempt to get my phone. “I’d rather not watch it right now. I’m still feeling a bit violent towards whoever did this. Don’t give me a reason to hunt him down. My skills should only be used for good.”

I laugh because it kinda sounds like he’s making a threat about cutting the other football guy up. My Daddy totally isn’t the murdering type though. He’s a doctor. He fixes people.

The look in his eyes right now makes me wonder how far he would go to protect us. I think it might be further than I suspected.

I can’t wait to tell Monty how violent our Daddy wanted to be for him.