Bat Daddy Novels & Stories

my father's announcement hung in the air, casting a shadow of unease over me. "Leaving? And what do you mean I won't be alone?" I questioned, my brows furrowing with confusion. "Mr. Ortega has agreed for you to stay with him while I'm away," my father explained, his words causing my eyes to widen in disbelief. "What? Why would you do that? I'm seventeen years old, Dad, not twelve! You've got a billionaire babysitting me as if I'm a child. I could have been left alone at home because I'm no longer a minor. At worst, you could have arranged for a babysitter, but this? This is beyond crazy!" I whispered-yelled, my frustration bubbling to the surface as I directed my disbelief at my father, my v

he asks, voice rough. “Yes. Please.” He begins to move in long, measured strokes. Every thrust is controlled. Every retreat is slow. His eyes stay locked on mine. One of his hands remains spread over the side of my belly, steadying, feeling. Zavian stays close on my other side, kissing my mouth, my cheek, the corner of my eye. His fingers stroke through my hair and then trail down to rest over Caspian’s hand on my stomach so that both of them are touching me and the babies at once.

“He’s had such a hard life without a father.” Billy, catching the cue, ducked his head and murmured, “It’s okay, Mom. I’m just happy to meet my dad.” The words were well-rehearsed. They rang falsely around us, sounding like the lines of a play.

"Are you my daddy?" ***

The quintuplets also see what the mommy sees. "Mommy has to know if actually, the Daddy who lives with us is not Daddy." Baylor decides to tell Lunatte the real truth all of a sudden. Lunatte was hit by a feeling of shock that was so terrible. "Then if he's not your Daddy, who is he? I don’t understand. What do you mean?” Baylor shook her head. "That's Uncle Adrian, Mom." "Yes, Mom. The Daddy who lives with us is Uncle Adrian, not Daddy Russell." Emery helped Baylor explain the truth.

“Who is that little man, Mom? Is that me?" "That's your Daddy." "No way! Daddy was ever that young?” asked Arthur in ​​surprise. "Isn't your Daddy adorable?" Arthur flipped through the photos one by one in front of him, observing them seriously. "What have you found in your Daddy's room?" “Many medals. Daddy is great when he plays basketball. I want to be a basketball captain too someday. Will I also be as tall as Daddy?” "You will be taller than Daddy. And you'll get more medals than your Daddy."

father said pulling her Chubby cheeck "This is cheating my kiddo" dad said to her daughter "I am not Cheating Daddy, see my stomach is full with Milk" Babygirl said keeping her hand on her stomach "Hehe you promised me know you will drink the full milk , just few drops are left drink the milk. You will be becomes very strong like you're favourite Spider-Man" while talking to his daughter daddy feeds her full milk "Tasty na" he cleans her Mouth with tissue. "Daddy i am finished like you said" Babygirl giggles

Val and I screamed, we both hopped down from our seats and ran to him. "You're from work early" Mommy said to daddy. "Hello to you too, my lovely mate" Daddy kissed mommy's cheek. "What's a mate, daddy?" I asked him curiously. He rubbed at his gruff beard and looked at me with his beautiful hazel eyes. "Its someone you make babies with, duhh!" Valerie rolls her eyes and I stuck out my tongue at her. Mommy's brunette hair swayed as she scolds my big sister,"Valerie Valtin!"

She did not want to create any kind of misunderstandings. Carter's eyes lit up at the question. He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth. "My daddy is called Don," he replied enthusiastically. "Don?" Natalie asked with widened eyes. Was that name meant of mafia kings and such? The child nodded his head continuously. "Yeap, I call him that. He is my Don!" Natalie chuckled. The child was definitely cute. "Why do you call him Don?" She asked. That name had a very different meaning. Carter smiled. "Because my daddy is the greatest of all daddies. My daddy is powerful, wealthy, and scared of nothing!"

“It took considerable thought.” Liar. A damn convincing liar. I never knew my fake baby daddy could lie like this. Dad finally leans back in his chair, his expression relaxing for the first time since breakfast began. “I appreciate one thing, Mr. Blackwood.” Adrian looks at him. “Which is?” “That you came.” “I said I would.” Dad nods. “A lot of young men would have run from responsibilities like this.” “The pregnancy is mine; I’m the one taking care of it.”