Page 39 of Their Perfect Daddy

DANNY

“ H ow is this even possible?!” I huff as I throw my hands in the air.

I’ve been walking around in a towel for the last half hour because I can’t find a single piece of underwear. It’s as if they all grew legs and walked away.

“You ok in there, Princess?” Monty calls from his position on the bed. He’s been reading some book for hours now. Occasionally he scribbles in it too, but it’s mostly him staring at the page like he’s solving puzzles.

Ohhhh. I wonder if it’s a puzzle book.

I step out of the closet, hands on my hips as I observe my boyfriend. He looks up before I can get too far in my study.

“What’s wrong?” He closes the book and places it on the bed beside him.

Slowly, as to not scare him, I move over to the side of the bed closest to the item in question. When I’m within reach, I lunge forward to snatch it.

“Hey! No!” Monty dives forward to grab it. “Give it back!”

There’s an urgency in his voice. It makes me pause right as I go to open the cover. I raise a brow at him.

“Is this something bad?” I wiggle the book.

He shakes his head. “Not bad. Just… embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?”

“Yes,” he groans. “Please give it back.”

I pout and pull the book to my chest. “Don’t wanna.”

Little me crawls to the surface as I take in Monty’s shock. It quickly morphs into a smirk once he knows I’m no longer my big self.

“Princess… you need to give me back my book. It’s very important to me. All the important information I need to remember is in here. You don’t want me to forget anything, do you?”

Tilting my head, I take him in. Is he telling the truth? Does this thing work as a second brain for him?

“What do you forget?” I ask, instead of giving it back.

“Huh?”

“He asked what do you forget, Brat?” Skye strides into the room all long legs and glowing eyes. I want to lick him from head to toe.

“Daddy!” I rush to him, careless of the book and the towel barely hanging onto my body. When I reach him, he tugs me into a tight hug. At the same time, he plucks the notebook from me. As he tosses it to Monty, I step away from him.

“Princess,” he starts.

I shake my head. “No, Daddy! You took it!”

My bottom lip trembles as waves of sadness rush over me. I’m not sure why I want to burst into tears. Maybe it’s because I was trying to play with Monty and got interrupted. Maybe it’s because I’m still frustrated about the underwear.

Or maybe it’s all of that and more.

So much of my life has changed recently. It makes sense for me to be overwhelmed.

Daddy’s arms are around me before I can protest again. He moves our connected bodies across the room until we’re at the bed. Then he’s lifting me and easing us under the blankets.

“I didn’t mean to make him cry, Daddy. He was being bratty though. I wanted my notebook back,” Monty says, his voice full of frustration.

“I’m aware of what was going on. A text stopped me right outside the door as I was coming in. I heard the whole conversation between the two of you. What I don’t know is what started our princess's naughty behavior to begin with.”

The way he says it lets me know he expects me to answer. I mumble the words against his cheek.

“Didn’t catch that,” Monty says carefully. I suspect he wants to tease me, yet he’s aware I need comfort right now too.

Pulling away from the delicious smelling man holding me, I turn to face Monty. “I said, I’m upset because I have no underwear.”

The room is silent for a moment before Monty bursts into laughter. I scowl, unsure why this is so amusing. My underwear is expensive. It’s taken years to acquire it all and now it’s missing.

When I turn to see if Daddy is laughing, I find his cheeks a deep shade of red. It’s almost as if he’s…

“Do you know what happened to my underwear?”

He nods slowly. Rather than answer me, he stands from the bed and moves to the dresser against the wall. I don’t typically use that since I thought it was all Monty’s clothes. I guess my stuff could have been put there on accident.

“Go look at it, Princess,” Monty says softly. He waves a hand towards Daddy, who appears to be frozen beside the large, deep brown monstrosity of a clothing holder thingy.

In a flash I’m beside him again. I don’t wait for him to open the drawer he’s holding. I need to get rid of this towel and into some panties pronto.

Except when I open the drawer, I can immediately tell there’s an issue. None of them are clean.

Lifting my gaze, I stare at Daddy. “Why are they here?”

The room is quiet enough I hear him sigh. As he opens his mouth to answer me, Monty beats him to it.

“It’s because he steals them every time you take a pair off. He collects them, the creepy stalker.”

My jaw drops. He collects my panties?!

“Daddy? Is that true?”

He nods, then clears his throat. “It is. I’m sorry to have caused you distress, Princess.

It’s just… you look so gorgeous in them all.

I’ve been a bit transfixed by them. And then after taking the first pair weeks ago, I couldn’t resist continuing to do so.

I’d told myself I would buy you more, and we could go shopping since I know you enjoy it so much. ”

“I do enjoy it,” I reassure him since I can tell he’s getting worked up.

“Yes, I know. And it was all part of the plan. But then life got busy, and I simply forgot. Or, well, I put it off. I enjoy having you boys all to myself. Sharing you has been difficult.”

Monty snorts. “You share us all the time.”

Daddy and I share a look at his words. Even when he’s corny, we care about him.

“So what do we do now?” I ask when no one says anything else.

“My first guess is that you’ll have to go commando for a bit while we get those panties clean. Then maybe we’ll go ahead and take the trip.”

I nod as I cross the room toward the closet. “Good plan, Daddy. I just have to pick where I want us to go first.”

Right before I make it through the closet door, I see Monty snatch up his notebook and flip few pages. “Maybe we should go to Lacey Connor’s place. You mentioned liking their in-store selection.”

Time stands still as it hits me. The notebook is about me. It has to be. Everything leading up to now tell me so.

Rushing across the room, I dive onto the bed, then crawl into Monty’s lap. My towel slides off at some point, leaving me bare and hard at the thought of him liking me enough to take notes.

I press my mouth to his in a kiss so hard I feel him jolt with the touch. Daddy hums from somewhere nearby, careful not to interrupt.

“What was that for?” Monty asks, his voice all breathy when we part.

Beaming at him, I reach my hand out for Daddy to join us. Once I’m touching them both I say, “I’m so lucky to have both of you in my life. Even if Daddy steals my panties, and Monty keeps strange notebooks of details about me, I can’t complain. You’ve both shown you care in your own stalkery ways.”

Daddy groans as Monty giggles. “It is not stalking.”

“It kind of is, Daddy. I’d started keeping my list before we got together after all.”

“You did?” I ask Monty.

He nods. “I did. Wanted to know anything I could about you. First it was through social media — which you’ve got to be more careful with, Princess — and then it turned to moments shared with you.

I spend a lot of brain power and memory on work stuff.

Writing down the details of you helped me remember.

Plus, I could always look at my notebook when you weren’t around to help with missing you. ”

I swoon at the confession. Even Daddy makes a noise to say he agrees with my sentiment.

“Enough talking,” I demand. “It’s time to go shopping. Then we’re coming back, and I’m ravishing you both.”

“Can we just skip to the last part?” Monty asks, his hands on my ass gently squeezing and kneading my cheeks.

Shaking my head, I turn to Daddy. “Tell him we have to do the shopping first!”

“Actually, I recall needing to wash something so you’d have clothes to wear to do said shopping.”

“Nope. I’ll go commando. I want to get the shopping done first so we can spend the rest of the day in bed together.”

The pair analyze my words for a moment before Monty huffs and says, “Yeah, you’re right. It sounds better.”

I clap my hands together. “Excellent! Now everyone get moving. We have to be out of the door in ten minutes.”

Rushing off the bed, I stride to the closet. Behind me I hear Daddy mutter, “Since when is he the Dom in our relationship?”

Monty is quick to reply. “If it’s shopping related, he’s the boss. Those are the rules, Daddy.”

There’s more of a back-and-forth exchange I tune out. No need to listen when there’s shopping to be done. Well, shopping and sex. It’s going to be a fantabulous day!!