Page 87 of Their Perfect Daddy

CHAPTER 29

MICAH

The man standing in the doorway is an imposing figure. Not just because of his height. There’s an air about him. It speaks to his authority.

While I’m not intimidated, I do understand I’ve come onto his turf. I have to respect him and all those he considers to be his.

“He’ll be happy you’re here,” Skye tells me as he steps to the side.

I move over the threshold into my brother’s home. I’m pretty sure it’s Skye’s place now too. And Danny’s as well. They’ve made themselves at home while being there for Monty as he recovered.

“I’m happy to be here. It’s taken me far too long to come check on him in person. In my defense though, I’ve had to cover a lot between the boutique and my own boy’s needs. I’m sure you understand.”

Skye nods. “I do. The Daddy part of us demands we take care of every need our boys have. We'll often neglect to take care of ourselves or our work in an effort to give them the best.”

“Exactly. While I love my brother dearly, I knew he had you and Danny to support him. Plus, we’ve texted a lot.”

“I know,” he replies as he leads me through the house to the living room.

When we get there, it’s to find Danny on the floor in a princess dress and a tea party setup while Monty sits on the couch playing video games. Ignoring the boy on the floor is easy enough to do when I need to check on my brother.

I examine him from head to toe, noting each difference since the last time I saw him in person. Unfortunately, that was when he was still in the hospital. I wasn’t lying when I said things have been far too busy.

It still doesn’t make me feel any better about my absence.

Monty and I have always had a good relationship. We weren’t as close as some siblings, but we also didn’t hate one another. Our biggest issue was getting together in person. Despite living in the same city, it was rare we saw one another.

I chalk a lot of it up to my own issues. Too focused on work to care, I let a relationship I should have nurtured more suffer. Thankfully, he didn’t hold it against me. No matter how distant I became, Monty kept trying.

In the end, he got his way. At least he did until the injury.

It’s been far too easy to fall back into bad habits. Texting him is easy. I can do so and get back to work with no issue. But making the time to come out to see him is harder. My level of avoidance on the matter is ridiculous.

“MICAH!!” Monty yells, the shout disrupting my runaway thoughts.

I smile and move around the couch to him. While I know he’s more than capable of getting up and over to me, I don’t want him to push himself too far. I’d never forgive myself if he reinjured his leg simply from trying to get up to greet me.

Leaning over, I wrap him in a hug. He squeezes me tightly, a happy sigh leaving him at the contact.

“What are you doing here?” he asks me once I drop down beside him.

“Wanted to see how you were. It’s been really fucking busy these last few weeks. Took off early today to come by.”

He nods before turning his gaze to Skye. “Can we have a snack?”

“Of course you can,” he replies, then turns to me. “Do you have an allergies or preferences I should know, Micah?”

I smile at the gentle tone of his voice. It’s odd to be on the other end of a Daddy’s attention. I know Skye isn’t trying to role-play with me. It appears to be his natural inclination when surrounded by his boys.

“Nothing for me, but I would love something for Jett. I did tell him to come by once he was done for the day. He’s allergy-free as well and loves anything small and sweet.”

Skye chuckles. “I’m sure I can find something in the kitchen. You two relax and talk. I’ll be back in a few.”

As soon as Skye leaves, my brother takes my hand and smiles brightly at me. “Tell me how you’ve been. I want all the updates on you and Jett.”

Danny hums softly beside us, his state of mind clearly deep in his regression. He hasn’t even acknowledged me, nor do I think he will.

Monty must sense my thought process — or maybe he follows my line of sight, because he tells me, “This happens sometimes. I promise he’s fine. If anything, he’s going to be thrilled when he drifts back to his big self and sees you’re here.”

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