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She wasn’t just my daughter; she was a force. "Daddy," she greeted, barely sparing me a glance as she delicately sipped from her glass, sparkling water, no ice, just the way she liked it. "You're late." I grunted, stepping toward her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She smelled like vanilla and honey, like the warmth of home. "Had business." "You always have business," she said, sighing dramatically. "Mama is making all your favourite food. She must want something."

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

“Me too. How can a young girl be living in a house that is unkept. Just look at the roof. I really imagine how they will survive during the heavy rainstorm” “Mom we really need to help her out,don’t you think?” “Yes. We will visit her first thing tomorrow before she goes to school” _________Madison_____________ The city girl, one of the best fashionista in the whole Chicago. She is spoilt brat and commands everyone as if there were her slaves. Her dad is too gullible and can’t stand on his words. He is a chicken and can easily be tricked. Her mother on the other hand is a tiger. She commands everyone by her fingertips. She is feared by all and can do anything as she pleases. With the mention

For a moment nobody breathed. Then the inside of the cake appeared. Bright pink. The room exploded. "It's a girl!" "I knew it!" "Oh my God!" Poppy screamed victoriously. Theo looked personally betrayed. Harper burst into tears immediately. And Daisy... Daisy simply stared. Pink. A daughter. Her daughter. Emotion hit so suddenly she couldn't speak. A little girl. Tiny dresses. Tiny shoes. Tiny pigtails. A daughter. Without thinking, her hands rested protectively against her stomach.

“Um, snacks! Rica-dolly says she needs snacks for her adventures. I put crackers and a juice box in there, but not cookies ’cause Mama says no crumbs in the living room. But I bet YOU would let me have cookies, right, Papa?” I smirked, shaking my head even though she couldn’t see me. She always knew how to make me do what she wanted. I couldn’t believe my daughter was already so good at manipulating me. I had expected she would be like Lazarro, who didn’t start manipulating me until he was eight. “I’d say Rica-dolly has the right idea about snacks.” “Yay! Cookies! Next time you come home, can we make cookies together? I’ll make them for Rica-dolly and Tino so he won’t be a menace anymore!”

They had no idea that it didn't bother me anymore. More importantly, I had someone else to care for. After giving birth to my daughter, I returned to Silvermoon Academy every day to finish the classes I had missed, and Carlson often came to pick me up. In the distance, Carlson approached, holding our daughter in his arms. His gaze was as gentle as the moonlight. He took my hand and said, "Charlotte, our daughter and I are here to take you home." "Let's go home." "Home" was my favorite word now.

"Only if it's as big and juicy as yours, daddy... Ooooooh... I'm gonna cum... Fuck me hard, daddy. Make your baby girl cum again!" Danielle massaged her clit even harder. Daddy squeezed her tits tight. He slammed his shaft inside her hungry hole as hard and as fast as he could go. Then Danielle cried out loud, a high-pitched sound of unabashed passion. As her cunt contracted hard around his cock, daddy shoved himself as deep as he could and groaned out loud as he shot his heavy load into his daughter's womb.

Daddy always said I looked like a princess, and I liked that idea. Leaving my room, I walked to daddy's room and opened the door going in. He has also finished dressing. "Good morning, daddy." I smiled. "Good morning, baby girl." Daddy hugged me and kissed my forehead. We went down to have breakfast, Daisy promised me some fluffy pancakes and chocolate milk. “Hi, Daisy! Those pancakes smell amazing!” I said, my stomach rumbling in anticipation. Daddy placed a stack of fluffy pancakes in front of me, drizzled with syrup and topped with strawberries. “Eat up, princess. We have a big day ahead.”

Two years later “Daddddeeeeeeee.” I watch as my daughter races past me arms extended to her father, her sandy blond curls bouncing around her face as she runs. From the moment she was born, she was a daddy’s girl. Richie reaches down and scoops her up. “What is it, pumpkin?” “Lender won’t pway with me.” She hasn’t quite gotten Leander’s name down as she tells her father why she's upset.

I stood in front of her as she scrolled on her phone, “so what is a cripple then and why does she think she needs to give daddy a pup that isn’t one if I’m not one, he doesn’t need another pup, he has me and I’m all he needs.” She chuckled, “don’t get so uptight,” she ruffled my hair, “he isn’t interested in her, he likes…” I narrowed my eyes at her and leaned into her lap, looking up at her face, “who does my daddy like?” She cleared her throat, “you and only you,” she giggled, “you’re pretty feisty today, I’m going to cut us up some fruit, want to watch a movie?”