Page 47 of Daddy's Pursuit
The men’s smiles returned and things appeared back to normal.
Iris laughed as she thought of her wild afternoon. “It was amazing! Like a movie or something! And did you see all the reporters there when we landed? I think I was on TV!”
The men chuckled, clearly amused and finding her adorable.
“Damn, where did you find someone so cute?” Kendrick asked. “And does she have a sister?”
The guys laughed again. Blushing, Iris buried her face in Daddy’s shoulder for a moment.
Wearing a short, pink babydoll dress and matching ruffled panties over her thick diaper, she felt a bit exposed. That excited her, though, and the men clearly approved of her attire. They’d been making comments since arriving.
It seemed as if she’d spend a lot of time blushing tonight.
“Hey, when do I get a turn to hold her?” Ryan asked.
“Me first!” Matteo said.
“Why you?”
“Because it’s my damn house. Shithead.”
The men laughed.
“Hey, I know we bust balls. But we should probably watch our language in front of the little angel,” Isaiah noted.
“I would appreciate that,” Jack said. “I’ve been trying to watch mine.”
“You’ve done a bad job of it, Daddy,” Iris chimed in.
Everyone laughed uproariously at that.
Jack kissed her lips and then the top of her head, holding her close. “I’ve got a sassy little thing here.”
“Just like I like ‘em,” Ace said. “Hey, does she need a diaper change? I’ll gladly volunteer.”
“I was going to!” Jordan told him.
“Guys, guys,” Jack said. “Find your own cutie. Little Iris is all mine.” He stood while holding her, as if the feat was easy for him. With his muscles, it probably was, Iris figured.
He continued. “But speaking of her diaper, I probably should take her inside and get her tidied up. I can feel it. It’s pretty squishy.” He squeezed her bottom while she hid her face in his shoulder. Looking at Matteo, he asked, “When are those steaks going to be ready?”
Matteo stood, walked to the grill, and pulled open the cover. Smoke billowed out, releasing a pleasant aroma into the air. “Ah. We got about five minutes or so.”
“I’ll be back,” Jack said with a nod.
Iris continued to cling to him as he walked through the open sliding patio doors and into the house.
“Let’s go to the spare bedroom, honey, where I left the diaper bag.”
“Thank you. I did make tinkles, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “I know, honey. I could feel it. But don’t be embarrassed. That’s what diapers are for.”
As he carried her down the hall, she voiced a burning question that had been on her mind for much of the day. “Daddy, who is Frank?”
She could feel Jack’s body go rigid.
Turning into the guest room, he sat her on the bed and then stood in front of her. She waited patiently as it seemed it was difficult for him to form a response right now.
