Daddy Creampies Daughter Novelas e Histórias

But Dominic could still see the way her lower lip pushed out slightly in a pout, her green eyes starting to water. She really did look like Nova, Dominic thought. The same green eyes, the same red hair, the same freckles across her nose. Was it possible that somehow, by some random chance of fate, his daughter had been swapped with the daughter of the very woman he had hired as a nanny? For now, he pushed those thoughts away. Today wasn’t about investigating. It was his daughter’s birthday. “We can have fun on our own, though,” Dominic offered. “Maybe we can have a picnic in the garden. And Chef Francois said he’ll bake you a yummy cake.”

“Daddy’s not with us anymore. But Mommy said he’s coming home soon, so we’ll see.” I smile stiffly. Because… what am I supposed to say to that? Your dad is a whole creep? Absolutely not. So I keep it simple. “You guys get some treats yet?” Maisie beams, showing me her half-bitten cookie. Jaxon holds up one of those little honey-pot cake pops. I laugh. “Clifton said he ate the same thing like that. He thought it was a Rice Krispie treat.” Carmen and Stephen overhear and laugh. Carmen shakes her head. “My brother is not very bright if he thinks it was a Rice Krispie treat.”

Their names are penciled right under the figure corresponding to them. My best dada, Dada Dale Daniel. My loving mama, Mama Clarriese Zyah. And it's me, the little one, Dhyrine Denisse. "My daughter is good at drawing," Zyah commented on her daughter's work. "Our daughter, wife," Dale said. "Our daughter." He gave emphasis to the latter. "Let's celebrate your birthday, dada!" their daughter interfered. "You are getting older, dada!" "Am I still handsome even if I am getting older, 'nak?"

Beside them, Tracey asked with shock, “Spike, what daughter?” “Daddy’s daughter. My little sister.” Spike looked at his father and aunt and explained, “Mommy gave birth to a daughter. Her name is Lemon. She’s really cute and obedient, and she’s only a year and a half old. I asked Mommy, and she told me that Lemon is Mommy and your daughter.” Blair’s eyes widened. He had a daughter with Mable? “Blair, you have a daughter with Mabes?” Tracey was both shocked and overjoyed. A year and a half...

I can't explain the happiness I felt after I heard all those words from her and I hugged her tight. "You mean I'll live in your house? Are you alone there?" I asked curiously. "I have one trusted maid, Lydia," she replied. "How about kids?" I asked curiously. "I have only one Daughter. Her name is Crema but she is in America now living with her Cousins" She said and smiled. "Okay but maybe what else will your maid say If I live in your house.You shouldn't live with a stripper like me and it's just not easy," I told her.

Jake countered playfully, raising an eyebrow. Ellie giggled, her bad dream momentarily forgotten. “Pancakes!” she cheered, clapping her little hands together. Jake smirked at Sophie in triumph. “See?” With a shake of her head and an affectionate sigh, Sophie set about helping Jake prepare breakfast. It had become their weekend tradition—lazy mornings spent flipping pancakes, laughing over spilled batter, and stealing kisses between cooking. Jake had become an expert at making their daughter’s favorite chocolate chip pancakes, while Sophie was in charge of making sure neither of them made too much of a mess.

Hades reluctantly passes our daughter to my father who holds her with tears shimmering in his eyes. "Hello, baby," he croons, "I'm your granddaddy Daxton but you can call me Dax," he said, stroking her head and kissing her softly on the cheek. "Give her here," Damien argued, "I want a turn. I told you she would be a girl," he added triumphantly at me.

“Don't you think you could disappear or something? You're daddy's princess, sure he could pull some strings to make you leave so Dane can focus on me for once? It's been a while.” Okay, that made me feel so good and so hot in ways I couldn't explain. If he wanted me this bad, why push me away? Just what went on between him and his sister that he couldn't let go? I started to feel pity for Dakota, not because I cared about her, but because what she was doing was now so pathetic, and I hated it. I doubted she could handle Dane at this peak of sex. Daddy's princess? She was mocking me now? Fuck. Her.

Toys were scattered everywhere, and I almost burst out laughing because Kreed was wearing a headband and pretending to drink from one of Daphne’s toy teacups. My chest clenched just looking at them. It was obvious that Daphne really liked him, and I was sure she would be mentioning him all the time from now on. But this was a good thing, since she wouldn’t think about her real father anymore. I walked toward them, and Kreed looked up the moment he noticed me. My daughter was also excited, running to hug me, and even hugged my belly. “Mama, did you and baby sleep well?” she asked in her cute little voice. I smiled and gently pinched her cheek.

Moments ago she was pretty upset. She nodded. “Daddy made me understand,” she said with another look at her father. I looked at Damien wondering what they talked about. “That is nice of him. Would like to eat something other than cereals?” “Pancakes?” My daughter grinned widely as she answered. “Pancake it is,” I looked at Damien to see if that was okay with him. He nodded. “Why don’t you ladies seat and I will make the pancake,” Damien suggested getting out of his seat.