Daddy's Coming Home For Christmas Novels & Stories

“How can you talk like this about the man who raised you. You practically got that job because of your last name. How dare you?" “Out of my way!” At the same time, the door opens and Doris appears first. "Miss Hart," she greets. "Welcome." Dad appears behind her. "Kerris, you're still out here? You're running late." I look at my wristwatch as Emily brushes past me. “Hey, dad,” she smiles easily. "Emily, darling. You're home." “I came as soon as I could. Work has been hectic. I didn't get a break for Christmas. I'm sure you know. How are you?”

He kissed and hugged her. "I love you, Mommy." "I love you, too." More nurses came in, shooing people out, and I put William back on his feet and knelt down to talk to him. "Now you mind your grandma and grandpa. Okay? I'll see you in just a little bit." He nodded, his face serious. "Daddy, can I tell you a secret?" "Sure, Buddy." He leaned in to whisper in my ear. "I asked Santa to bring Mommy and the babies home."

Lucas's voice was small, faint, barely audible. I couldn't answer. I didn't know. "I'm scared, Mom." Ethan's voice, broken. "Don't be scared. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere," I said. Noah looked up at me. His pitch black eyes stared at me with a heartbreaking intensity. "Mom," he whispered. "Yes, sweetheart." "Is Daddy coming home?" I couldn't hold back my tears. I hugged him tightly, burying my face in his black hair. "Daddy is coming home. Daddy will definitely come home. Mommy promises."

**LIA** #Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane...# The familiar holiday tune played softly in my headphones, transporting me to a festive world despite my current surroundings. I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my journey back home. I was on a plane, en route to Singapore to reunite with my mom and sister, marking the beginning of a much-needed break from school. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I was determined to make this Christmas special.

“Mommy is just tired and had a long day, okay? I want you to promise me you won’t accept any gifts from strangers though, okay?” “Okay. When is Daddy coming home?” “Daddy’s here.” My heart skipped a beat when I heard his voice behind Nico, and I got up and leaned back, exhaling as Nico jumped into his arms. “Daddy, you’re home!” “Yes, bud. I’m home. You missed me?” “Yes, why were you gone for so long?” Nico asked as he put him down. “Where were you?” “Daddy was at work, and I’m back now. What do we have here?” He asked when he saw his new Transformer toy.

"I'm sorry, I have plans with Delaney to go shopping this afternoon. I haven't gotten any Christmas shopping done," "Now that I think about it, I haven't done any Christmas shopping either. I guess I will need to do mine tomorrow. I have no idea when mom and dad are supposed to be home. I got a text from dad yesterday saying they would be home soon. For them, that could mean a week," "As long as they are home for Christmas, Derrick, I don't care," "Well, Christmas is in four days, so they better hurry the hell up and get home. Mom and dad are cutting it close this year. They are normally home before we go on Christmas break," I said as I did my best not to turn around and punch something.

North The weeks dragged by, and the one phone call he’d received from his mother had filled him with trepidation. “So you’re not coming home for Christmas?” “Your father and I will both be home for Christmas, along with the D’Arc family,” she said. “He got to you,” North mumbled. “He did,” she said softly. “I’m not sure how much I can say over this line, North, but I’ll figure out another way to contact you.”

He pulled Drew back and looked into his eyes that were so much like his own and said; "You can be the man of the house while I'm gone. You'll need to help Mommy get a tree and decorate it, there's shopping to do, and baking, don't forget to make the cookies I like best. Your mommy is going to need your help wrapping presents; delivering them to all our friends, and lots of other things. So, anything else Mommy needs or wants you to do, you jump right in and do like she says, okay?" "Okay Daddy, but I'm not going to like Christmas this year. I'm not," Drew crossed his arms on his chest and pouted. "I wish you didn't have to go." "I wish I didn't have to go, too, but it's my job. If I don't go

I swam to the middle of the pool while Zeke was giggling in overjoy. "When is daddy coming home, Zie?" Zeke asked and I immediately stop swimming. I do not know how to answer his question because I also have no idea when daddy will come home. "I don't know, Zeke. You know dad very well, he'll go home whenever he wants." I replied and that is the truth though. Daddy only goes home when he wants to, sometimes he goes home once or twice a week. "I miss him, Zie," Zeke said with a sad melody in his voice. I just sighed as I felt bad for my baby brother.

“She told me about everything, Leon, and why she is doing this.” “She’s a woman of her word,” I murmured, my thumb tracing the back of her hand. “I am so happy to see you. Tonight is about us.” I looked up toward the table, catching my father’s icy stare. I expected him to have his usual stoic look; he just stared at us with an unreadable expression, and I knew gradually that he would learn to accept us. “Shall we dance, my Christmas miracle?” I asked, bowing low. “Let’s give them something to whisper about.”