Dad From Switched At Birth Novels & Stories

My eyes widened in complete horror at what was printed on those pages. It was an official custody filing from the state court, stamped with today's date. But Jeffrey’s name was not on it as the father. The name listed as Daisy's biological father was Chuck Homer—Jeffrey’s younger brother. Attached to the back was a DNA test paper showing a ninety-nine percent match between Chuck and baby Daisy.

Drake put on a gentle smile after Charlie rushed towards him raising both his hands. "Dada!" Drake picked him up in his arms, the painful sight slightly started tugging at my heartstrings for a moment. I can't help but picture Damien doing the same thing for Charlie, if he ever was here to do that. Charlie looked up to him thinking he was his real father when in truth, he was not. It started when he was three years old that Charlie called him Dada for the first time. Demiana and I were surprised, and we exchanged looks knowing what we had to discuss a little while later. We talked it over and Drake had agreed to act as the male role model for Charlie and his father at the same time. I asked

Her voice dropped lower, her next words dripping with intrigue as she said, "I know your secret. You hate your parents. "You weren't switched at birth by accident. Daphne wanted a son—someone to secure her place in the Jones family, to make sure they would accept her marriage. "But she gave birth to a girl. So, she bought a baby boy instead… and abandoned you." "And you've endured unspeakable cruelty in your first foster home."

He didn’t answer. The woman turned, her hands resting on her stomach. My voice came out small. “Dad… who is she?” He inhaled slowly. “She is… someone I’ve been helping.” I almost laughed. “Helping? Helping how?” Sofia looked down, then whispered, “I’m expecting.” I felt something in my chest drop. I looked at my father. “Please don’t tell me—” He didn’t look away. And that was my answer. “Oh my God.” My throat tightened. “You got her pregnant?”

Elise's pregnancy had been unexpected, but now that it was happening, my father was fixated on having a son—an heir to carry on his legacy in a way I never could. Regular doctors couldn't determine a wolf pup's gender this early, but this particular healer used ancient methods passed down through generations. When they learned it was indeed a male pup, my father's face lit up with a joy I hadn't seen in years. He suddenly looked a decade younger, his eyes bright with anticipation. "Perfect, perfect!" he exclaimed, squeezing Elise's hand. "I'll name him Dominic. He'll inherit my Beta position." They returned to the hotel beaming, just as Amber was coming back from her shopping excursion. My f

I explained briefly, then walked out the door. My dad took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on me. My mom suddenly grabbed my hand, her eyes glistening with tears. “Carol, do you hate us? It’s been three years, and you’ve never smiled at us. “Even now that you’ve gotten into Crownridge University, you didn’t share the joy with us. We’re your biological parents!” Biological parents? I stopped and looked at her, my gaze calm and distant, as if I were looking at a stranger.

But it was Nathan, and I knew he would indulge me. “The story is similar to what happened to you. The real daughter was switched at birth with Petty. The family knew from the start and had been searching for the real daughter. I guess they're just kinder than the Windsors because they never mistreated Petty.” Nathan's explanation made apprehension curdle at the bottom of my stomach. My uncertain background was not something I was proud of, and hearing that it not only happened to me but to someone else— As if sensing my fears, he squeezed my hand again.

so sweetly and then of Finn, flinching every time someone raised their voice. I had pampered their child while they had abused mine. That night, as Daniel lay next to me in bed, I stared at his back. “Hey, honey, don’t you think it’s strange how Mia looks so much like you, but not at all like me?” I felt his body stiffen immediately. “Nonsense. They say daughters usually resemble their fathers more. Maybe my genes are just stronger,” Daniel replied, forcing a laugh. I sneered to myself, ‘Yeah, right.’

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

Unlike earlier, he's now all dressed up. "Babe! Y–You didn't tell me that you're going home a lot earlier today," Alastar shamelessly walked towards her. "And you didn't tell me that you're going to hold a party without me," Catherine uttered sarcastically. "Oh... about that..." Before Alastar could even finish, Gianna went out of the room, now with her button-up shirt and her skirt. "Hi girly! Advance happy birthday, babe." Catherine pretended to be surprised as she just let Gianna kiss her on the cheeks.