I don’t even know how to start this without getting emotional.Daddy’s Little Pet started in September 2022 as a random story—one I never thought would leave my drafts, let alone receive so much love. And what a journey it’s been.To say I struggled is an understatement.I battled burnout. I doubted my writing when critics got to me. I got lost trying to make everything perfect. Somewhere along the line, I forgot what mattered most—Renee & Robert, and the simple love story I wanted to tell. I forgot what brought me to these characters in the first place.And because of that… I know I hurt a lot of readers.I know I frustrated you with my excuses. I know I left you hanging too many times. I know many of you dropped this book—and honestly? I can’t even blame you.If I were in your shoes, I’d feel the same. I’d probably curse the author too.For everyone who stayed—thank you. From the deepest part of my heart, thank you for your patience. For your love. For waiting for me, even when I did
RENEERobert said I did it.But honestly? We did it.I didn't push our babies out alone.He was right there. With me. From the moment we finished fucking, and my water broke ... to this messy, exhausting, but beautiful moment, we somehow survived together.I could barely keep my eyes open. Couldn’t feel my legs as the midwife worked quietly between them. I couldn't feel much of anything, really, except the overwhelming body ache and sting of happy tears streaming down my cheeks.I was still crying when the nurses brought our babies to us. I didn't want to get tears all over their tender skin, so I wiped my eyes quickly before taking one of the twins in my arms. I wondered if she'd latch on if I tried to feed her. Well, that could wait because I just wanted to look at her.“Congratulations again, Mrs. Clarke,” the nurse said, and I smiled, thanking her.Beside me, Robert held our second baby, staring into her eyes as if she was the only thing in the world and completely ignoring the nu
ROBERT“I don't care what your policy is!” I argued, feeling the veins in my neck pop. “My wife isn’t having our babies without me!”“Mr. Clarke, you must understand. This is a delicate situation, and we are monitoring your wife for potential complications. We need to do that with no distractions,” a nurse said.“I'm her husband. I'm not a distraction.” I fought the urge to feel offended.I could hear Renee's soft whimpering from the other side of the door, and each sound tore at my heartstrings. Yet, I couldn't go in and comfort her. “We understand, sir. But there's protocol …”“Fuck protocol. I'm not standing by during the birth of my children,” I snapped. Why was I repeating myself? I'd been saying it ever since they told me about their baseless policy. Two hours. It’d been two hours since we got here. Two hours since everything flipped upside down and I’ve been out of character ever since.No ... if I was being honest, I started losing my shit since way before. You’d think this
A FEW MONTHS LATERROBERT“Are you ready for your surprise, my love?” Renee's sweet voice filled the bedroom. I started to reply, but the short charged-up intro to one of our favorite songs cut me off. You don't have to be beautiful, to turn me on, Prince’s smooth, breathy voice drifted from the speakers. Then a sharp crack sliced through the air, and I quirked a brow from beneath my blindfold from where I sat on the bed. Was that … a whip? My lips twitched. What was my girl up to? It was the weekend, which usually meant giving in to whatever unpredictable whim Renee’s pregnancy brain dreamed up. But I never expected today's whim would start with me getting tied up and blindfolded.Though it upended my rule of always being in control in the bedroom—as I was the one who set the tone, who gave the orders, who dictated when and where to use the toys if I so desired—whatever my girl wanted, she got.“Baby girl—”“Shhh,” she said as she approached me. “Don't speak. Yet.”The bed dipp
ROBERT “Oh, my God!”Renee's eyes widened first, then her jaw dropped. She stared at my kneeling form, a hand covering her mouth, and the tears that'd gathered in her eyes from before trickled down her cheeks. “Oh, my God!” she exclaimed again, and her expression changed from shock, to happiness, to disbelief. “Y-you’re proposing,” she whispered, her eyes darting from me to the ring and back to me again. “Yes, baby girl.” I half chuckled. “I’m proposing.”“I ... I thought we were ... I didn't even guess this. I …”“I know.”“Robert …”“Yes, my love,” I replied and when she didn't speak, I continued, “Marry me, Renee. I want—no, I need—you to marry me. I need you in my life forever.”Her breath hitched. “There’s no life without you. No me without you. There’s a lot I want to say, but I feel like words aren't enough to show how much I love you. To show how much you changed my life from the moment I saw you that night at the beach. But maybe if I give you everything—my heart, my so
RENEEI had no idea where Robert was taking me tonight, and I didn't ask.He'd told me it was a surprise, and though I was used to him spoiling me, tonight felt different.Was it because this was our first date in months or because we had so much to celebrate? I couldn’t say.And so, when our vehicle stopped in front of a large, automated gate I instantly recognized from the first—and only—time he brought me here, I didn't try to hide my confusion."The hangar?!" I asked after we bypassed security, and the car crept forward to the main building.Robert got out, walking around to open my door. He held his arm out to help me down, but I ignored him and stepped out on my own."Are we flying out for this date?" I asked again as we approached the building, its massive entrance doors sliding open."Yes, we are, baby," he replied immediately, wrapping an arm around me from behind and guiding me through the doors.As we entered the hangar, which looked exactly as I remembered it, with its bri