Page 39 of Their Perfect Daddy

In my office, I shut my door and lean back against it as I pull up the group chat.

Daddy:

Don’t make any plans for Friday night, boys. I’m setting up a date for us. Any specific requests?

Brat:

Is this your version of asking us out?

Princess:

Oh yes! Please and thank you, Daddy. I want to spend time with you both ASAP.

Brat:

Don’t be a brown noser, Princess. Let the man work for it.

Daddy:

I more than intend to work for it, brat. You remember how it feels, don’t you? Or do you need a reminder?

Brat:

Ugh! Now I have a boner on the treadmill. The guys are giving me looks.

Princess:

That’s what you get for not just saying yes. I don’t have a boner.

Brat:

Bet I could make you get one.

Brat:

*Attached photo of sweaty abs and thighs poking out of tiny shorts*

Princess:

HOLY THIGHS

Princess:

Why are you wearing that in public? I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s ours.

Princess:

*Pouting emoji*

Brat:

It’s a workout with the team. These guys don’t see me that way. We’re family.

Princess:

There’s an entire section of fandom that supports incest!!!!!

I decide it’s time to step between the two. They’ll likely go back and forth as long as they have steam, which is probably far longer than I have in this mini-break I’m taking.

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