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And terrified.
And more alive than I had been in years.
I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle another embarrassed squeal.
“Five,” I groaned.
This was either the best decision of my life.
Or the beginning of a spectacular emotional disaster.
Chapter Thirteen
Perry
I had made a very firm decision that morning.
I was going to be Big.
Not a tiny bit Big. Not halfway Big with dinosaur socks hidden under my jeans. Properly Big. The kind of Big where I’d have coffee instead of hot chocolate at breakfast. Button-up shirt instead of soft t-shirt. And absolutely no stuffed penguin tucked into Daddy—I mean Tyrell’s—back pocket. Okay... maybe he could still come with. You know... just in case I really needed it.
Because we were about to ambush a date.
Which, honestly, sounded way more dramatic than it was, but Tyrell kept raising one eyebrow at me every time I said it, and Master Lee had gone very quiet in that thoughtful way of his that made me want to either behave very well or cause absolute chaos.
So. Big Perry it was.
We were already seated when I checked my phone again, pretending I wasn’t checking the time.
“She’s not late,” Tyrell said calmly, without even looking up from his menu.
“I know she’s not late,” I shot back, maybe a little too fast. “I’m just… verifying the time.”
Master Lee hid a smile behind his coffee cup.
Which was rude, honestly. I was trying very hard to be dignified. And dare I mention it again… Big.
It had been Master Lee’s idea to meet in the Ranch’s café for breakfast. It had been my idea to crash it. Tyrell had just… approved the chaos, which was honestly more terrifying than if he’d objected.
When we’d all realized the night before that we were circling the same woman it became clear that something had to be done. It’s not like we wanted to try to hide from her that we knew each other, or at the very least knew of each other.
It’s not like any of us were mad at her for making time for all of us. We barely knew one another.
But I wanted to know more about her. So much more.
Which was another reason for Big Perry. The only time I’d spent with her was while regressed. And as much as I’d adored spending that time with her, I wanted more from a relationship with her than just having her play games with me. I loved my Daddy. Beyond measure. But I—andDaddy—had so much love to give that it was beyond time for us to share that love with someone else.
Maybe Hope.
And maybe even Master Lee.
I knew Tyrell had a crush on him. We hid nothing from each other, ever. And while I thought he’d make a fantastic second Daddy, and wassonot opposed to the idea, what I really wanted was a Hope.
The Hope.
Luckily for me, Tyrell felt the same. And so did Master Lee.
So, instead of pretending we didn’t know, or getting weird about it, we’d done the most ridiculous yet sensible thing possible.
