Daddy ♡ --- Post Malone Smut, BDSM

Morning Aesthetics

Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of the above.

--- Ashe's Point of View ---

I stood in the kitchen. I didn't want to use his card, and I used my own money to buy me and Alice some food.

He might provide the house but fucking hell will I let him have that much finical control over me – he had to know that if I wanted I could take care of our daughter and myself without him.

I had set up her nursery completely but left the rest of the house untouched.

I was making cute faces at her while cooking dinner – a simple pasta dish with chicken, I was cooking enough for two people.

I made the mistake of going on Instagram and there was a post about Austin being seen with a very beautiful redhead and a baby, people had figured out that he now had a son.

Honestly, I was amazed that someone figured out who she was and yet I had been overlooked – I wasn't sure why that was, but it was unsettling.

Seeing him with Harper and their baby made me so depressed and sick to my stomach I just rocked our daughter for about four hours, sobbing.

I wasn't shocked when Connor came into the house, I had left the front door open for him, he came in slowly and instantly went over to Alice, smiling at her and talking to her.

She cooed happy to see him, leaning down she kissed her little nose. I looked over at him and smiled, he gave me a sad smile, he had talked me down when I called him sobbing after seeing that picture.

"This place is actually really nice, he really outdid himself."

"Thank you, I think it is a bit too big for just me and Alice, and as I said before, I feel like a fucking mistress, a dirty little secret that must stay hidden."

"I can see how you would feel that way."

I turned around and hugged him hard, I said nothing I just nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck, he rubbed my back.

"There is something else that you are avoiding telling me... I know you Ashe..."

I let out a laugh, a bit unnerved at how well Connor knew me, I pulled back and didn't look at him.

"Austin want's to have another baby."

Connor hugged me even closer to him, I could feel the anger coming off of him.

"Do you want that?"

His voice was so deep and masculine you were almost scared to answer, you had known Connor long enough that it would be pointless to lie, he would be able to tell.

"A part of me wants that. I love him Connor, and after having Alice, I want another baby."

"I could give you one."

"I know..."

"But it's his that you want."

"Yes...and I don't fucking know why." I pulled away from him and ran my hand across my face, shivering.

He kept his hand on my shoulder as I stepped back.

"I'm not going away that easily, but you shouldn't give him what he wants, he doesn't deserve another child with you."

Connor pouted, I shook my head.

"It's not about what he deserves, it's about how I feel..."

I looked up at him, his brown eyes softly looking me over, I sighed rubbing the back of my neck and turned back to the food.

"I don't want you to go away – I need you more than you know, but I don't want you to get hurt..."

"Don't worry about me, I'm not scared of him." I sighed when I felt him kiss my shoulder. I loved the feeling but I wanted it to be Austin, and as wrong as it was I closed my eyes and pretend it was Austin who was behind me.

--- Austin's Point of View ---

(The Next Day)

I woke up in the morning and made her Armani was bathed and fed. I had thought about getting a nanny for him but my lawyer said that it would make it harder to get full custody of him.

A hung over Harper came into the room, she had on last nights makeup and she looked very disheveled. I cleared my throat and she looked at me, she looked awful – she could clean up well but she wasn't attractive, at least not to me.

"I have places to go today, are you good taking care of our son?"

"Yeah sure..." She started making herself breakfast, with a sigh I kissed his head, knowing I would be back soon to make sure he was safe and fed.

"Do you have a babysitter listed."

I turned to face her, my eyes narrowed.

"Why?"

"I want to get my nails done."

I shook my head.

"I'll text you the number."

I ignored her as I left the house, having Ashe down the street was very convenient – it helped me sleep at night knowing where she and our daughter was.

I let myself in after knocking, I had texted her and said I would come in when I wanted, she didn't seem to care.

I walked into the kitchen and stopped in my tracks, my mouth dropping. This was so different from Harper with Armani.

Ashe was awake, her hair was up and she was looking sexy wearing a tank top and sleep shorts. Alice looked happy and clean and was taking a bottle while Ashe was cooking.

"Do you want breakfast Austin?" She asked over her shoulder.

The dominant side of me came out, I hated leaving high and dry when I left the last time, I wanted her like she was now...but pregnant with my baby.

"Yes, thank you ... then I want you when we put Alice down for her morning nap."

She turned and looked at me, a shocked and wary look on her face, I was going to wipe that look from her face this morning, we needed to get reacquainted, in more ways than one.