Daddy And Babygirl Novels & Stories

"Marry me?" I lean my head in to meet his forehead and whisper, “Yes, of course. Your baby girl, forever I’ll be,” as he slips the ring on my finger. THE END

She was pale and furious, still in the same clothes from the night she disappeared from the looks of it Her eyes met mine and she smiled a weak smile “You came.” “Of course I did.” I nodded back at her. Alessia was dear to my heart, even if I didn't love her anymore. We grew up together, and her father is like a father to me. She smirked faintly. “Didn’t think you’d care.” “Don’t test me, Alessia. You're carrying my baby. She swallowed, nodding once. Rivera watched us both like a man studying chess pieces. “You can have her,” he said. “When I have my daughter.”

She shivered at the intensity of hatred she saw in his eyes. "When did you give birth?" There was a sudden drop-pin silence ensuing between them both. Mae suddenly thought about how he had managed to know about her child. She wondered when he started keeping close tabs on her. And then too, she wondered if he knew the child was his. it would be devastating. instead of responding, she kept quiet instead. "Cat got your tongue, Miss Madison?" He asked sarcastically. Mae stood still not saying anything, she played with her fingers. She had never been so nervous as this in her entire life.

“Richard, you’ve come." Cassandra rushed from the first floor carrying a doll in her hand and a lady dressed in white running after her. "Aunt Cassandra!" Mark stared at her as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Cassandra!" Her sister peeled her from Mark. “You see, I told you Richard will come for me and our baby." She smiled, holding onto Mark’s arm, stopping him from leaving. “Yes Cassandra, let him have some rest first." Sasha’s mother took Cassandra’s hand forcing her to let go of Mark.

I asked remembering this was the second time I had heard her refer to it as a boy "I just know it, trust me" she replied, Dad finally came back with a young woman carrying Max who was sleeping, "Sofia, finally you are here" he said when he noticed my presence, I stood up and got max from the young woman carrying him in my arms "Yes, who is she?" I asked gesturing to the young woman "Do you know how troublesome this basterd is, I had to hire a baby seater for him, he is definitely not a Madison" Dad said in an irritated voice, I couldn't figure it out why he continue to refer Max as a barsdard

I launched forward at him but Bella came in between us. “Sis!” “Shut the fuck up!” I growled at her and she shrieked, shifting backward in horror. Even as everything stood out quite obviously, I still couldn't believe it. I stood still, gazing at them both. To my sister, my eyes went down her body and seeing the big baby bump on her stomach, I felt my limps weakened and my eyes blurred. Then I managed to look at the little boy in front of us, he carried exactly my husband’s similarity.

“You know you could do so much better, honey.” “Maybe,” I agree and I bite back on the laugh that wants to escape from the look that Grant gives me. “But, since he is the father of my baby and my husband, I should at least give him a chance, right?” Growing quiet, I turn my gaze to Grant and when our eyes lock I feel butterflies erupting in my stomach. You’re screwed, Gianna. I tell myself. You can pretend that you are in control of your feelings, but that man has you dangling on a string.

“I'm so sorry, honey. Mommy will let you know everything in due time. And besides, you are too young to be saying this now.” “But I'm not a baby. Tracy's mom has got a boyfriend, and she thinks she will have a new daddy soon. I also want a daddy.” Hearing my son say this only broke my heart. My heart was in shreds. I pulled my son into my arms and hugged him tightly. “I'm sorry sweedy. So sorry I couldn't give you a daddy. Be patient with me, please, I promise I'll give you the best daddy when the time is right.”

There isn't a father in the picture because. Fuck. Am I the baby daddy?! Both guys stare at me. Maddox is the first one to speak. "You got that poor girl pregnant?! What the hell is the matter with you? Why are you still with Gina then?!" "Sch," Robin hushes him. "He is having a moment, Maddox," Robin looks up at me while I rake my fingers through my hair. "You know what you must do, right?" "Well, if you don't, let me tell you the next step," Maddox glares up at me and manages to look like an archangel ready to carry out its judgment. Those eyes are burning daggers into mine. "You need to take some goddamn responsibility, Zane!"

Maybe he needed someone too. But for Sydney, this wasn’t about romance; it was about family. Her daughter, Michaela, bright, curious, and heartbreakingly honest, had come home from school too many times with tears in her eyes. “Why don’t I have a daddy?” “Am I cursed, Mama?” “The other kids said I’m fatherless because I’m not good enough.” The ache of those words never left Sydney. She wanted to give her daughter stability. A name. A home that didn’t feel half-empty every time Michaela blew out birthday candles.