Novel & Cerita Dad For One

Inilipat ni Elllie ang kanyang timbang sa kaliwa ng bench. Isang pulgada na lang. Oo, ngayon ay mahuhuli na niya ang lahat ng mga salita na sinasabi ng dalawang ina. “I swear to you, Susan, kung kaya ko, ako na mismo ang kukuha ng trabaho bilang yaya na iyon. Si Tyler Hernandez ang pinakaHOT na single dad sa buong paaralan. At saka, mayaman siya." Ang babaeng may pixie-cut at dreamy na mga mata ay parang hihimatayin pa ata.

"Dada?" "Yes buddy?" "Dada get mama Bee, pweathe. Theo wanth mama Bee wiee(wife) dada" Theo begged his father. The man gaped in surprise while he became thoughtful. "Buddy, dada can't just get anyone to be my wife and mama Bee might not want to be my wife" the man carefully explained to his son his unusual request. "Mama Bee wabwab Theo. We wathh movie and eat ithcweam and cake'' Theo whispered and sulked, causing his father to heave a sigh.

Darius added smoothly, his grip on my wrist softening just a fraction, though he didn't let go. Then, turning his attention to his daughter, Darius dropped a bombshell out of nowhere. "So, Luna... what do you think about Zara officially becoming your new mom?" Luna looked stunned, then suddenly laughed. "Dad, Zara can't be my mom. She's literally only like ten years older than me!" "I obviously meant a stepmom, Luna." Darius sighed, rubbing his temples. Luna tapped her chin, looking at me thoughtfully for a second. "Hmm. I don't know, Dad. I barely even know her. But... I haven't noticed anything dark about her."

Leroy also one of my good friends from college back in England. They were all set and ready to go but was I? I knew today right now was the day Raina was leaving me for good. "Aaldrik, Leroy, Brad, Ken...do you mind stepping out for a bit. I need to have a word with the man of the day." My father interrupted. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, it suited him like a hand in glove. Suits were obviously his thing. They all nodded and headed out except Brad...

- Did you buy that shit? - Of course. Guess what? “Dad” died. - She smiled. - "Dad" real, or daddy fake? I asked, frowning. - Real daddy. That's why I'm leaving... Should I open a sparkling wine to celebrate, like you did when Jardel kicked off? – she looked at me. - I think we can leave the sparkling wine for fake daddy. It even deserves a sparkling bath in Babylon. - I suggested . - Good idea, Baby. When this one is gone I'll even pay for his funeral. To be able to make a fraud and have the body thrown in a mass grave.

I pointed to Mommy, who was laughing, bright and loud, as Dada tickled her side, making her squirm. “Dada said he’ll come play with me by the slide, but he’s back with mommy again.” I laughed loudly. “That’s because Dada knows heroes like me needs no sidekick! Dada can focus on mommy and help her heal so she can run after me like a runaway princess!”

“Next time you guess wrong… I’m bending you over and fu.cking this pu.ssy until you can’t walk. Understood?” I could only nod breathlessly. ~~~~~ I needed to get out a bit. Miraculously, Leon actually let me out. “Go wherever you want,” he’d said, handing me a thick stack of cash like it was nothing. “Just not out of the country. Security stays with you.” Freedom, even limited, tasted sweet. I used the fake name (Diana Floss )at St. Mary’s Fertility Clinic. Paid everything in cash. Sat in the sterile waiting room with my heart hammering, secretly praying the doctor would tell me I could have kids. At least then I’d stop losing hope.

Sarah, Lona’s best friend, shook her head in disbelief while sipping her iced tea. Lona let out a soft, breathy laugh—the kind that sounded playful but carried a sharp edge of mockery. "I know, right? Mom says this one is different. Apparently, he’s younger, 'fresher,' and most importantly... supposedly gorgeous." Noah, who had been distracted, stopped what he was doing and frowned. "Younger? How young? Don't tell me he’s our age, Lon. I’m not down to have a father-in-law who still spends his nights playing Mobile Legends."

He stood at the door with a bag of fruit and a carton of milk and hesitated for a long time before he worked up the nerve to knock. Dad opened the door, saw him, and did not yell or turn him away. He said quietly, “Come in.” Brady walked to my photograph and stood in front of it for a long moment with his head lowered. Tears spilled down his face. “Kellen, I’m sorry. It was my fault. I lied about you. Will you forgive me?”