Page 113 of Their Perfect Daddy

My brat didn’t spare any expense when it came to making sure all these kids get to enjoy the holiday. Considering they all came from homes that might not have the funds to do something like this, it’s very commendable.

“Attention everyone! We’re going to let the kids out of the building in two minutes. Please get into position. And remember to help the littles along. I think our teens will be kind, but don’t be afraid to navigate them to the higher, harder eggs,” Monty says into the megaphone.

I look around to the other men and women gathered here. We’ve basically got every professional athlete in Bellport, their extended families, and even a couple of the parents of the kids participating today. It’s a massive turnout for this to be the first year.

The next two minutes pass quickly, then the door opens and children come pouring out. Tears well in my eyes as I watch thebabies dive for the eggs as they giggle over their finds. Some run freely, while others use wheelchairs and other mobility aids to tackle the mass of goodies.

Just as Monty said, the bigger kids hang back, taking their time to assess the area. When they motion to the perimeter, I know they’re going to do just fine with this egg hunt. They’re making sure the younger group gets the more obvious spoils as they take on the challenging bits.

Danny comes over to me and drops down in the chair beside me. I can tell he wants to sit in my lap, but he doesn’t want to draw attention away from the children. I squeeze his hand to reassure him I want the same.

“How are you feeling, Princess?” I ask softly.

He turns from watching the kids to focus on me. “I’m a little tired from hiding eggs, but otherwise good. How are you, Daddy?”

“I’m better now you’re close. If only our other boy could join us…”

A hand slides across my shoulder blades as a familiar figure eases around to stand in front of me. “Are you two talking about little old me?”

Monty blinks his lashes at us like he’s trying to flirt. Except the brat goes above and beyond with it by consistently blinking as our princess breaks into a fit of giggles.

“Enough, Brat. I thought you said you’d have hosting duties all day.” I have to force myself not to look him over. My habit of playing doctor is only welcome during scheduled appointments. I’ve had to balance the Daddy part of me along with the medical professional.

All things considered, he’s healed exceptionally well. He’s been going to physical therapy regularly, and the hope is that over the summer, we’ll be able to determine how soon he can get back on the field in real time.

I’ve made no promises of him playing in the fall, yet he hasn’t really pushed either. My suspicion is his heart is into other things besides just football now. Having the organization to run is definitely a distraction, as is our relationship.

“Since everyone we know showed up to help, I’ve only had to do a minimal amount of work today. I figured slipping away to see my two favorite people in the world would be worth whatever anyone had to say to me.”

“We’re your favorites?” Danny asks with wide eyes.

“My most favorite. I love you both too, you know.”

I freeze at Monty’s words. It’s not because I don’t believe him. It’s because I’m frustrated as hell I can’t bend him over and reward him for using his words.

“That’s a big deal, Brat,” I say. When his features drop, I rush to add, “Which is good since I love you too. I think our princess might as well.”

Danny nods eagerly. “Oh yeah. Big time. I love you and Skye. You’re the only people I want to spend my life with. I don’t know how either of you feel about marriage?—”

“Are you proposing to me, Princess!?” Monty places a hand to his chest dramatically.

I poke his hip as I take his hand in mine. “I think our princess was trying to say he’s on board with the idea of us being married one day. There are certain laws and such we’ll need to check on when the time comes, but I fully intend to make you both mine in every way possible.”

“That’s exactly what I was trying to get at before someone interrupted me.” Danny sticks his tongue out at Monty, who returns the look with the added effect of wiggling his fingers on the sides of his ears.

“Enough, boys. Let’s enjoy the rest of today. Tonight we’ve got the party at the Bellports’ too. It’s going to be several hours before I can properly punish you, but don’t think I won’t.”

Monty smirks. “Oh, I can’t wait to see what you come up with, Daddy. I’m all for it.”

“You say so now. But last time, you complained the whole time,” Danny singsongs at him.

“Bet I won’t this time.”

“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep, Brat. Remember how things were when you first came home, and you were on bedrest? We can have a repeat of that with you in a pretty little cage.” The words are said low, not to intimidate but to make sure no small children hear us.

My brat licks his lips, as if the idea of it is something he actually likes. Maybe it wouldn’t be a punishment at all.

“Monty!” The shout comes from one of the teens near the entrance to the center.

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