Novelas y relatos de Daddy's Coming Home For Christmas

He looked casual yet imposing in a dark cashmere sweater, the firelight catching the sharp angles of his face. "Merry Christmas, girls," he said, his voice a calm, deep rumble. His eyes slid to Ariana, lingering just a second too long on her lips before returning to Cami. "Merry Christmas, Dad!" Cami ran over and gave him a quick hug, which he returned with a stiff but fond pat on the shoulder. "Ari says her ankle is feeling better. Maybe we can go for a walk in the gardens later?"

Doris couldn't help but smile at the sight of her son's unbridled joy. At that moment, she felt a pang of longing too. She slowly made her way towards her father, who opened his other arm, beckoning her in for a hug. Doris couldn't help but melt into his embrace. "Merry Christmas Eve, Daddy," she said softly. "Sorry for not visiting you all this while. I'll make it up to you. I promise." Her father just smiled and patted her back and as they pulled apart, Charles beamed at everyone. "Now, let's move into the dining room, shall we?" he said, gesturing towards the room. "Let's have a little brunch to get us in the holiday spirit!"

I lit my cigar and drew in a slow breath before letting the smoke drift lazily into the air. The smell of tobacco mixed with the damp scent of the abandoned warehouse. Across from me, the boys huddled closer to their mother, trembling so badly they could barely stay still. I couldn't look away. There was something fascinating about watching hope fight against fear. I exhaled another stream of smoke and smiled. "Don't worry, boys." My eyes remained fixed on them. "Your daddy is coming." I leaned back in my chair. "And I do hope for your sake he hurries." A faint laugh escaped me. "I've been looking forward to meeting him.”

It spills everywhere, my words turning to a language even more foreign than whatever he’s speaking right now. He fucks me through my orgasm, until I’m a boneless rag doll. And when he paints me with his hot come, a small murmur of, “Thank you for coming, daddy.”

You'd better do exactly as you said. "Don't worry. I'll stay far away from him." She turned and left, and only then did I slowly unclench my fist. Just as I was putting the papers away and getting ready to go, a tall figure stood silently in the doorway. It was Layson. "Who are you trying to stay away from?" "No one. You misheard." I didn't want him to know I was leaving. As I turned around, his voice reached my ears. "If you don't want to go abroad, then don't. After I marry Grace, you don't have to move out. I'm your father's good friend, and I've watched you grow up all these years. I can take care of you for the rest of your life."

“What about your family? Would your dad allow you to be away for Christmas? Maddox if you’re worried about me being alone, don’t. I can manage, I can let this night pass. Besides, I have already talked and reconciled with you. That’s enough for me.” “Baby, can I just explain myself? I don’t have family here. Dad, his girlfriend, and my baby sister are spending Christmas abroad. I’ll be alone at home with our household staff so might as well spend the night with you. What do you say?” “Oh, sorry about that. By the way, you haven’t mentioned you have a baby sister.” “Well, I have, just a month ago. My dad and his girlfriend just had a baby.” “Oh, nice. How are you doing as a big brother? I’m s

Uncle Harrison asked, looking at Daddy. “Yes, Henry and his girlfriend coming” Daddy replied. “Good, After we are leaving for vacation,” Uncle Harrison said and added” I am booking today our package for vacation holiday” “Harrison, Keep it on hold Henry's girlfriend's birthday is in the next week, so he has some plans and I have to go to Paris for some work” Dad replied, and I was looking at both of them. We usually go on family vacations in my holidays. This was the first time I got holidays in winter rather than summer.

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

I longed for a peaceful day, devoid of tension and drama. As I descended the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder what the day had in store. To my surprise, Henry wasn't alone in the living room. My heart leaped with joy when I spotted my father standing there, looking as distinguished and loving as ever. Without a moment's hesitation, I rushed to him, engulfing him in a bear hug. "Daddy!" I exclaimed, feeling an overwhelming surge of affection. "I've missed you." His warm embrace enveloped me, just as I remembered it from my childhood. "I've missed you too, Sophia," he replied, his voice filled with genuine affection.

“His girlfriend is visiting her parents in Vancouver. He’d like to spend Christmas here. With us.” I looked at him. “Here.” “He doesn’t have anywhere else. My father’s house has been sold.” He said this without inflection, the way you’d say the store is closed. “He usually spends it at mine, but this year — “ A pause. “He wants to see us. Together. Christmas is — specific, for families.” “Yes,” I said. “He should come.” He nodded. Something in his shoulders settled. “I’ll tell him.” I picked up my mug. “Is Christmas usually hard for you?”