Bambi's Father's Name Novels & Stories

I said seriously as I looked at the in front of me. "Sorry," he apologized so I laughed weakly. "Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong," I said to him smiling. He smiled and ruffled my hair. I just shook my head and smiled. "Can I touch your stomach?" he asked me. I smiled and nodded so he held it. He caressed it and placed his ear on my stomach. I smiled as I watched him do what he was doing. "Hey, babies. I am your Uncle Black, don't worry even though you don't have a father, you have handsome uncles," he said.

Leo. My hardened expression instantly softened. I knelt down, letting the boy collide with my legs. I lifted him up, kissing the top of his head which still smelled of baby soap. Leo has large eyes, and every time I look at him, I search for a trace of Samantha in them, even though I know it’s impossible. "That’s great, Champ. Who is this ship for?" "For Daddy! So Daddy can come home early and play soccer with me!" Leo laughed, his tiny hands patting my cheeks.

BOOM **** CLICK On her tiptoes, my mother entered and as soon as she noticed me with a gloomy face, she straightened in alert. “Why Mother??” Before she came up with an excuse, I demanded. “Amy… He’s your father… I can’t just leave him like this…” She tried to reason while I just scowled. “He did nothing for me, Mother… Nor did he do anything for you as a husband…” “But, he is my husband and your father too, Amy… You’re his blood, you can never change that…” My mother became furious yet emotional, and I looked at her stunned.

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

My father was furious, realizing how Susan had deceived him, and embarrassed at having been duped in front of me. Fully awake now, Susan clutched her face, glaring at me with pure hatred. "Dad, she's the fake one! Don't believe her! Amber Tayson is a fraud—I'm your real daughter!" Susan stubbornly refused to accept the truth. Before she could finish, another slap landed, leaving both of her cheeks equally red. Watching the scene unfold, I couldn't help but feel that my father knew exactly how to handle the situation. … "Amber's last name is Tayson, which is only natural since her mother is Miranda Tayson. What's wrong with her taking her mother's surname?

"Your name is not Anderson. You're—" "Dave McFanger." He stood up, and I tried very hard not to notice the expanse of his chest, the muscles, the few scars that marked his skin. His movements were stiff now, controlled. "Originally Davis Anderson. I changed my name twenty years ago when I left the family." The room tilted. "Anderson. You're—" "His father." The words came out cold and emotionless. No. No no no no no. "I'm going to be sick." I scrambled out of the room, clutching the sheet around my naked body, and barely made it to the bathroom before I threw up everything in my stomach.

The air shifted as Mason looked at Andre and Andre looked back. Gray eyes. The same shade. I saw the shock on his face. Andre reached for my hand. “Mom?” he whispered again. Mason’s voice came slow and dangerously calm. “Letty,” he said, eyes locked on Mason, “who is the child?” “This is Andre,” I said quietly. “My son.” Silence crashed down around us. Mason didn’t move and he didn’t blink. Then, sharp and sudden, he asked “Where is his father?”

"My dad talked to him this morning, but he didn't tell me anything about it." He frowned. "Why not?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. He probably plans on talking with him again tomorrow." He let out a sigh. "My father is very stubborn and may need more time before he is convinced. But don't worry, Bambi," he said, leaning over to place his hands on my waist. "Everything will turn out alright in the end." "Yeah," I said, biting my lips. He frowned when he saw this. "Is everything okay?"

I furiously bellowed when I came to the realisation that the noise was coming from my phone. Clouded by anger, I was almost shattering it into pieces but paused once I saw the caller ID. "What now, Colins!" I angrily answered the phone, with a need to curse him out if the news were not important. "Where is Bambi, Hayden?" He alarmedly questioned which caused my alarm senses to tingle at an all-time high. "Listen to me Hayden, your father; your father managed to outsmart us! He had already infiltrated our men, and they had been watching her. Better keep those ropes tight on her!" He adviced.

What if he was a brute like Ambrose? "So, what's his son's name?" I asked as I couldn't contain my curiosity. "Ambrose Vikander," my father dropped the nuclear bomb and waited for my reaction.