Page 109 of Their Perfect Daddy

“Happy birthday day to youuuuuuu. And many moorrreeeee!!”

The group cheers as Finn blows out the candles on the six-tier cake. When he wobbles forward on his step stool, Bellamy wraps an arm around his boy.

“Easy, little one. No need to cake smash this one. I got you your own if you want to do that later.”

Finn turns to his Daddy with a wide smile. “Really? You remembered I wanted to try?”

“I remember everything about you,” he replies.

The pair share intense looks as the rest of us turn away to give them privacy. I hunt for my own Daddy and boyfriend. Since I’m standing close to the action, it’s hard to spot everyone in the room. With my upgrade to the use of a cane, my men don’t hover quite as much.

I’ve joked about how cool it makes me now. In reality, it’s another annoying delay in my ability to walk on my own.

Really though, I shouldn’t complain. I’ve been healing much quicker than expected. I tell everyone who asks that Daddy—or rather, Dr. Gellar—is the reason behind it. Without him, I’d feel helpless in the aftermath of everything.

Danny has even gone back to work too. He realized he couldn’t be much help anymore other than to keep me company. And Micah expressed it was about to be their busiest time of the year, aka wedding season.

“Are you a pimp or something?” An adorable twink drops into the chair beside me. I recognize him as another one of the newcomers.

Shaking my head, I point to the bandages wrapped around my leg. Daddy made me wear them to remind everyone I’m not back to full capacity. “Not a pimp. Just an injured athlete. The cane adds character and is much better than crutches.”

He tits his head to the side. “You’re the Monty guy. I’ve seen your ads all over the city. Kinda crazy to meet you in person. Then again, this place is packed with famous people. My brother would have a field day if he knew I was here.”

“Your brother doesn’t like celebrities or something?”

“Nah,” he replies with a smirk. “More the only ones he meets are either in danger or a pain in his ass. Not the good kind either.”

I raise my brows. “What in the world does your brother do? Is he a sex worker? That would explain why you jumped to conclusions about me.”

The guy snorts loudly. A few people look our way curiously.

“Sometimes I forget people don’t automatically know about him. Most of the people in my life are aware of who he is.” He pulls out his phone and flashes me a picture of him standing next to a hulking guy. “This is my brother, Tank. He runs a massive security company along with a recording label on the side, though he kind of handed that part off a while back after some stuff went down. That’s where the whole celebrity thing comes in.”

“Makes sense then. I could see the issue. What’s your name?”

He blinks at me before smacking his forehead. “Did the thing again. Assumption should be my middle name at this point. My name is Kendall. Nice to meet you.”

I shake the hand he extends my way. “Same to you, Kendall. I’m Monty.”

“Do you know a lot of the people here?” He motions to the group at large.

“Most of them, yeah. I play on the team with them, like Bellport and Merry,” I point to where those two surround their boys who are gobbling up pieces of cake. “Some of the others are friends of friends or know my boyfriends.”

“Boyfriends!? Tell me everything.” He laces his fingers together and leans forward onto his hands.

The position is hilarious. He’s obviously a nosy person—and really,same. I appreciate this energy, so of course I tell him damn near everything. The only thing I leave out is the lingerie bits. Our princess doesn’t really share that with just anyone.

By the time I’m done, his jaw is hanging open. I laugh and tap his chin, so he knows to close it.

“Holy hell. What a story! You guys are going to be together forever; you know that right? It’s destined after your kind of connection.”

Kendall’s enthusiasm is amazing. We spend nearly half an hour talking. When I feel Daddy’s hands on my shoulder, I realize everyone in the room has shifted outside.

“Ready to join the rest of the boys? They’re waiting to roast s’mores with you,” he tells me.

“S’mores?” Kendall perks up.

Daddy gives him a curious look as he nods. “Yes. There’s plenty for you too if you want?—”

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