Calling Him Daddy Novelas e Histórias

They were so close she could smell his woody, masculine cologne. "I’m your future father, Lona. Watch your tone," he said, his voice low and intimidating. Lona just smirked, stepping an inch closer until her stomach was touching his waist. "My tone? Was I being bad? I just wanted to get to know my... new Daddy a little better." Revan didn't flinch. He stood his ground like a brick wall. "Save the act for your boyfriends at school. Don’t even try it with me." "Wait, what are you two talking about?" Bella asked, catching up.

Isabella replies taking him aback. He elected no response just rudeness. “ I think you will be moving in with me soon .” Isabella broke the silence. “ Why ? It was not part of the deal . Secondly , I have a sister to look after. ” he opposed sharply just as she expected . “I —” Her phone buzz and she picks it from the table . It's her father. “ Hello Mr Blair ” She managed to utter coldly. She usually addressed him in this manner whenever she is angry with me and he does play along without calling her a pet name so she is not irritated.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

He looked at the rim, then at me, his nose wrinkled. "Mister, can't I get another bottle?" "Right." I grabbed a new one from the fridge and crouched in front of him, bringing us eyes level. When he reached for it, I pulled it back. His brows furrowed. "Why do you keep calling me, Mister?" He sighed and rolled his eyes like I was the exhausting one. "What else should I call you?" Daddy. The word rose instantly. I wanted to hear it from his mouth. I really did. But I'd been absent for too long, and it would be shameless to demand something I hadn't earned.

His nose grazed my chest as he inhaled slowly, like he was trying to memorize me. My breath caught. “Sir…” I whispered. He smirked against my skin. “Don't call me sir, say my name… or call me daddy.” The word hit me hard. Daddy. My chest tightened. Heat rushed up my neck. I could hear my heartbeat pounding inside my ears. “Dad…dy,” I whispered, my voice soft and shaky. A grin crept across his lips, slow, dangerous. “Again.” I swallowed hard. My fingers twitched inside the cuffs. My throat felt dry, but I said it again anyway.

I held my breath, not sure of what was going to happen next. He gave me a mischievous grin, and before I could react, he leaned forward and kissed me. His lips were soft and gentle, and I felt myself melt into the kiss. But then he pulled away, a chuckle escaping his lips. "So I told him to call me Daddy," he whispered, his eyes glittering with amusement. I was stunned, unable to process what was happening. Daddy? He asked our son to call him Daddy when I didn't tell him the boy was his. Did he find out something about me?

“Mommy must be crying looking for me. I was disobedient and I slipped away from her. But daddy is here now. You're going to take me to mommy.” “Kid, you can't call everyone your father. Your father would get sad if he hears you calling anyone ‘daddy’ except for him.” She frowned. “I don't have a daddy. You'll be my daddy right? You look like me, see? We even have the same eye color,” she pointed out.

“What did you call me?” “We call you ‘Grandpa.’” Melody tilted her head and said, “You’re Mommy’s father, so you’re our grandpa. Is there anything wrong?” Dillon was worked up and nervous. He looked at Adina and asked, “Addy, did you teach the kids to address me that way?” Adina nodded. “Dad, let’s go inside first.” Dillon had yet to digest being called “Grandpa.” When Adina called him Dad, he was instantly dazed.

"But Mommy says it’s rude to call older people by their name alone. Can I call you Daddy William instead?" "Not Daddy," William nearly laughed out loud at the boy’s stubborn gaze. "How about Uncle William or Uncle Will?" Caelric turned briefly to glance at his bodyguards, as if seeking their approval though he didn’t really need it. "Alright!" Finally, he nodded. "I’ll call you Cool Uncle Will! Hopefully, next time we meet, you’ll already be my Daddy!" William burst into laughter, caught completely off guard. He had no idea how to respond to a child so determined to claim him as a father.

Daddy replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. I almost choked on air again, grateful I hadn't taken another bite yet. What's gotten into Daddy? Did Italy change him? Or is he just stressed about the upcoming Mafia War? He sounds like me now! "It's a bit awkward on my part," Zac replied, looking a bit flustered. "Zac, you are part of our family. And we're so thankful to you for protecting our daughter, for helping us! You can call me Daddy. And I'm serious about it," Daddy said, his expression sincere.