Page 26 of Their Perfect Daddy

DANNY

T wo days into Monty's bed rest, things get tense. More tense than the first day when he threw a fit, and Daddy had to put him in his place.

I hate watching the two of them go head-to-head. It feels wrong in every way.

We knew Monty was a brat. It's been part of the whole thing between us. But knowing it and seeing it are two different things. And more than that, I know his bratty behavior is the result of the amount of pain he's in. It breaks my heart to know I can't do anything for him.

On top of that, there's Micah and my work responsibilities. I want to be there for him, yet my mind won't let me. I'm overstimulated with my thoughts. So much so I can barely function.

I'm in the kitchen trying to make a sandwich. I have everything laid out on the counter to do it; however, I can't seem to move. Staring at the ingredients, I wish someone would come to take care of it for me.

I don't want to be responsible anymore.

I don't want to make decisions.

I don't want to know about pain medicine times or when someone needs to be helped to the bathroom or anything.

I just want some time to be empty.

“Then we'll give you time.” Daddy's voice startles me. I spin around to find him standing behind me. He's leaning against the counter, his arms crossed and his gaze firm.

"What?" I ask, confused at his words.

"You said you wanted time to be free. You said you didn't want to have to think."

My eyes widen as I realize my internal thoughts had become external sounds. It's not the first time it's happened. It’s never been quite this inconvenient.

I close my eyes tight hoping this is a dream. Maybe I'll wake up to find everything is back to what it was.

Daddy's hands cupping my face has me reopening my eyes in haste.

“Don't be embarrassed, Princess. I understand not knowing what to do and feeling overwhelmed.

Daddy can handle it. I know who to call and what to do.

It's simple enough because I'm up for the challenge.

But my sweet princess isn't built like that, is he?”

I shake my head slowly and bite my lip. He tugs it free, then rubs gently over the area where I'm nibbling.

“Don't hurt my princess,” he coos before pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose.

When he stands again, I'm mush in his hands. Quite literally because I feel boneless when he's this way. It’s like everything makes sense. Like we were all meant to be together from the start.

“Why don't we set up a corner of the bedroom to be a play area for you? That way, you'll still be close to Monty since I know you don't want to leave him alone. But you also have time to just be you. How does that sound?”

I move as if to bite my lip again, a far too common habit for me. At Daddy's sharp gaze, I stop. "Yes, please, Daddy," I say.

His thumbs swipe at my cheeks as he smiles. "Good boy," he tells me.

No wonder Monty likes those words.

I light up at the compliment. He steps away from me, leaving me cold for a moment before he takes my hand and leads me back toward the bedroom. I look over my shoulder at the ingredients as my stomach rumbles.

"Don't worry, Princess. I'll feed you as well. Right now, I need you to get into the room so I can get your play area set up first."

When we reach the bedroom, Monty is propped up on the bed, same as he's been every time I've seen him. His gaze is locked on the TV. It's playing some animated show about skateboarders. I'm not sure why he's watching it because the scowl he's giving the TV is scary.

"What's going on?" he asks when Daddy pulls me over to the center of the room.

I stand there as he steps away and starts moving furniture to create a big, empty space.

Daddy tells Monty, “I'm setting up a play area for our princess. He's a little bit stressed with his worry for you and needs some time to decompress. You're going to let him because he needs this. Understood, Brat?”

Monty nods as the scowl on his face softens a bit. “If it's what he needs, then yes.”

Daddy smiles at us both. "I have such good boys today. I'll have to reward you both later."

Both of our cheeks blaze with the promise behind Daddy's words. We haven't been able to do anything naughty given our insane schedules, and then Monty’s injury.

I've been wondering exactly how things would work since he can’t move like he usually does. Granted, he’s not unable to perform that particular task. I've seen Monty's cock harden when he wakes up. He doesn’t ever do anything about it.

I've been tempted to myself, but since Daddy hasn't either, I stop myself. He’s the leader in this whole thing.

Within a few minutes, Daddy has a blanket laid out on the floor and some extra pillows he grabbed from another bedroom spread around the space. He disappears for a bit longer once he sits me down. When he comes back, my body lights up with joy.

I reach my hands out towards him and make a grabbing motion as I squeal. He hands me the largest object in his arms, which is an oversized stuffed llama.

"I love him," I say excitedly.

Monty laughs loudly. A look his way shows him smiling at me. "You did good, Daddy," he announces.

"I know I did. I also got you something." Daddy goes over to Monty and hands him a box.

Monty's eyes light up. "You got me a retro Game Boy?! Holy..."

"Uh-uh-uh," Daddy says.

"Holy Toledo. That's exactly what I was going to say the first time,” Monty replies as he rips open the cardboard box.

Daddy comes back over to me with a canvas bag in his hand and drops it on the floor. He squats down and begins to pull items from it, including a plastic tray, various containers of Play-Doh, coloring books, and a fake tea set.

"I get all this?" I question softly, unsure how to feel in the moment.

"These are your toys, Princess. Things I thought you might enjoy playing with while you're here. I had picked them up and intended to get them to you, but we all know how that went with my work schedule.”

"You had these?" Monty asks curiously as he pauses his attack on the box. I listen closely because I also want to know.

Daddy nods, his hands are on his knees as he looks between us. "I have. There hasn't been a single moment where I was away from you I didn't think about you or want to spoil you. I hate how we're all together for this reason, but I'm very happy I get to finally have time with you.”

Monty grins, then goes back to ripping into his new toy. I, on the other hand, look down at the items before me as I try to decide what I want.

"There's no rush, Princess," Daddy tells me, before kissing the top of my head and standing to move across the room.

My eyes hold onto the items for a while longer as I squeeze my new llama. I'll have to name him soon. I'm thinking Perry is probably a good name. Or maybe Lolo. Whatever comes naturally next time I say his name is what he'll be.

With that done, it's time to play with the toys. Daddy said it was okay, and if Monty has a toy, then I want to play with my toys too.

For some reason, the Play-Doh calls to me the most. Grabbing the pink one, I peel the top off and press a finger into the mushy substance. It feels funny, which makes me giggle. Then I raise my head quickly to make sure no one saw me.

Both of the other men are focused on different tasks: Monty on his game, and Daddy on scrolling through something on the TV.

When I turn back to the Play-Doh, I decide to go all in.

I tip the container over onto the plastic tray, then sit my llama down beside me as I use both hands to squeeze the pile.

I work through it, pinching off different pieces and making all kinds of shapes. They aren't perfect, but I don’t really care. My imagination runs wild, creating ladybugs and pretend books and animal shapes. It's the most fun I've had in ages. I can't recall the last time I felt relaxed like this.

Deep in the haze of playing, I don't register anything else around me for a long time.

It's only when the urge to pee comes I stop and look up.

Daddy is reclined in a chair, positioned between me and Monty.

Monty is fast asleep, the game device still in hand.

It looks as if Daddy turned it off at some point.

When Daddy sees me looking, he leans forward. “Everything okay, Princess?”

“Potty,” I tell him softly.

For some reason, I don't want to use full sentences. It's as if playing and regressing is making words harder, even though my mind is still functioning at full capacity.

“Then let's get you to the potty,” Daddy says.

He takes my hands and walks me into the bathroom. After he puts me in front of the potty, he stands off to the side with his back to me. Part of me is okay with it, but a bigger part of me wonders why he won't watch to make sure I don't make a mess.

When he turns back around after I flush, he praises me and says I should wash my hands while he uses the restroom next. I watch him unzip his pants, but I don't move to do as he says.

A part of me wants to try something, but I don't know how to say it. “Daddy…”

As he reaches into his pants, Daddy turns to look my way. “Is something the matter, Princess?”

Looking from his eyes to where his hands are, I take a step closer.

“I help, Daddy?” I ask as I widen my eyes. He smirks at the question, then pulls his hands away.

“Be my guest,” he says. “You can always put your hands on me, Princess.”

Excitement floods through me at the chance to do this. I don't quite know why I want to, only that I do. I reach into his underwear, grabbing his length, which has begun to harden. When I have it out, I aim it at the bowl, and then I lean over and look up at Daddy.

“Go, go,” I tell him.

I feel him pulse in my hand as he relieves himself. When he's done, I shake it like I would do to my own, then tuck it back inside his pants. I try to zip him back up, but the angle is awkward, and I feel as if my fingers have stopped working.

He laughs, then moves his hands over mine to help me finish the task. “Now we can wash our hands together,” he tells me.

It's as if he read my mind. Standing behind me, he goes through the process of lathering both of our hands with soap and then cleaning them.

When we're all done and back in the play area, I dive right back into my toys, happy as can be.

It's strange this feels as right as it does, yet at the same time, it's not strange at all.

I'm not quite sure when my life became this different.

I hope to have many, many more days like this one.

Days where I can be free, and Daddy takes control.

Where I get to explore, and I'm not judged for it, even if it's something unconventional.

Where Monty actually gets to rest his body because he needs it.

We're creating our own little family, and I really, really love it here.