Kenzie’s Perfect Daddies (Little Hearts Club #3)

7. Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Kenzie

Kenzie rolled over and put a pillow over her head, trying her best to ignore the knocking on her door. Who the hell dared to knock on her door before noon? Everyone knew Kenzie was not a morning person. The knocking continued until finally Kenzie took the pillow off her head, gave one last squeeze to KoKo, her best stuffie friend, and went to answer the door.

Glancing at the time on her microwave as passed the kitchen, she realized it actually was after noon. It was no wonder she’d slept late, however, since she’d slept so badly. All night she had been plagued by back-and-forth emotions.

After the shock of not only having her ex come back into her life, but of having both Beau and his new Daddy declare that she was meant to be theirs, Kenzie told them she’d have to think about her decision and went home to do so. Unfortunately, she’d been up until after four waffling over her answer. Then, when she’d finally gone to sleep, her dreams had been plagued by multiple scenarios. She’d dreamed what would happen if she was once again devastated by love, but she’d also dreamed of the happy future she could have with the two handsome men should things work out.

All of that led to her waking up just as unsure about what her answer should be as when she’d walked out of the club the night before. She hadn’t missed the two men following behind her as she left. Watching as she made her way to her car and not turning to head back inside until she was heading out of the lot.

Another knock on her door had her calling out, “Coming!” as she picked up her pace. Kenzie opened the door to find a delivery driver standing there. That was strange considering how long they’d knocked. Usually, drivers didn’t stay that long. If no one answered, they considered their job done and left the food or took it back.

“Good morning.” Kenzie aimed a confused expression at him. “I think you’ve got the wrong address.”

The driver checked the bag, then the number on her door frame. Checking the bag again, he asked, “You Kenzie Marks?”

“Yeeeaaaah…” Kenzi drew the word out, confusion overwhelming her, “but I didn’t order anything.”

The delivery man heaved a heavy sigh and pinned her with an annoyed look. “Listen, I have a delivery for Kenzie Marks with explicit instructions to keep knocking until the door is opened. It’s paid for and not my business who ordered it, but if you’re Kenzie Marks and this is 4B, then I’m at the right place, and you need to take this food so I can move on with the rest of my deliveries.”

Well, she didn’t see where the attitude was needed, but she reached out and took the food anyway. Kenzie thanked the man, despite his huffiness, as she closed the door and glanced in the bag as she carried it to the kitchen.

Her phone—which was charging on the counter—pinged a text notification sound she hadn’t heard in a year and a half, and her heart leapt in her chest.

Daddy Beau: You need to eat, baby bear.

When she saw the message, a part of her melted. Another ping, this time the generic one, made her glance at the screen again.

Unknown: Eat every bite, little girl, and don’t drink too much caffeine. Remember to drink some water. Beau and I will be by around 3:00 PM.

Well, that was unexpected. Kenzie pulled the container out of the bag and discovered a delightfully huge pancake shaped like Mickey Mouse and covered in strawberries, with blueberries and whipped cream making a smiley face, and she giggled at the silliness of it.

Unexpected indeed.

Sebastian

I t had been quite a while since Sebastian had been so restless. He knew they needed to give her time to think but he also didn’t want to give Kenzie so much time that she talked herself out of giving them a shot.

He spent the morning taking care of Beau and trying to keep him in line. Beau’s excitement over the possibility of getting Kenzie back was making him a bit more naughty than he generally was. He hadn’t wanted to eat his breakfast, and Sebastian had ended up having to hand feed him. Not that he minded. He loved feeding his boy; he just didn’t usually get to.

He’d played in his playroom for a bit, but had soon become restless and frustrated with his video game and tossed the controller on the floor. Sebastian had reminded Beau with a firm hand to his bottom that he wasn’t to treat his toys with such disrespect.

Now, with a warm, red arse, Beau was currently fidgeting on the couch, watching the clock as the time neared to visit Kenzie. Sebastian couldn’t blame Beau for his impatience. He was impatient himself. If they left now, however, they’d be too early. He had told Kenzie three o’clock and he was going to make sure it was three. This was the first step in proving he meant what he said.

Once the clock had ticked down and finally reached the time they’d anxiously awaited, Sebastian took Beau’s hand and led him out to the car, buckling him in before climbing in himself. He reminded Beau to be patient with Kenzie as they headed out of the driveway and toward her apartment.

Kenzie

K enzie had rushed all afternoon, trying to get her apartment cleaned before Beau and Sebastian arrived. She didn’t know why she was so nervous for them to be pleased with her cleanliness. She’d pretty much decided that she just couldn’t take the chance of being crushed again. She already felt an unnatural attachment to Sebastian and couldn’t imagine how devastated she’d be if she went all in with both of them and ended up not only losing Beau again, but also Sebastian now too. She wasn’t sure she could handle that.

As she vacuumed, she plotted out how to tell the men that she just couldn’t do it, but before she’d finished half of the living room, she’d begun to plot how she’d accept. She was still so confused and the back and forth was making her nuts. She’d never been good at choices and having to make such a major one was driving her bonkers.

She’d just placed the vacuum back into the cleaning closet when there was a firm knock at the door. It was three o’clock on the dot. Brushing her cartoon t-shirt smooth and making sure her leggings hadn’t ridden up, she made her way across the room, pausing at the mirror to make sure her space buns were intact before pulling open the door.