Novel & Cerita Daddy's Coming Home For Christmas

“Do i need to remind him whose daughter you are?” I bit back a bitter laugh. “I think he’s well aware of that.” There was silence on the line. Then he spoke, his voice quieter. “Come home for Christmas.” I looked out the frosted window. Snow was falling again. “I’m not in New York.” There was a pause from his end. “Then where the hell are you?” “I’ll tell you after New Year’s. I’ll come by the estate. Just you and me. We’ll talk then.”

He laughed, and my heart stumbled. Had he found out? Why was he laughing? “Dad, you never announce when you’re coming home.” “And his name is Damian,” he added, as though I hadn’t spent the previous night with him. “Oh,” I said, waiting for him to say the part I wanted to hear. “Damian had to travel for a business meeting,” he said. “Interesting...” I replied, pretending it hadn’t bothered me. “He didn’t tell me where he was going,” Derek continued. “I figured it was important, so I didn’t ask.”

- Bobby due to our friend's yearly group tradition, I am preparing the foods that I am bringing outside "were going to have an exchange food outside after celebrating Christmas here with you Papa, I can't wait to brag my special carbonara!"- Dessa "I'll bring some coffee jelly and tell them that I'm the one who makes it hahahah" -JM with his loving tone, my father is reminding us "but remember to come back home sooner or ill go and get both of you"- Bobby "yes Papa" - Dessa "11:58! 1minute!! Merry Christmas Papa woooo! I'm the 1st one who greets papa hahaha you loser sister!"- JM

, I said. " Uhmmm, tomorrow's Christmas?", she asked. " Pfft, no!", I laughed, " that's not till December. Try again", I said. " I'm having another birthday?", she attempted again. " No honey, it's not that", I said. " Then what is it?", she asked with a shrug. " Well Daddy is coming home tomorrow!", I said excitedly. She literally flew off the chair in excitement. " Yay!!!", she kept exclaiming as she ran around the house. I smiled while watching.

She was beyond happy that she became a mother, and when she and Ethan met again after so many years, she never thought their love would rekindle and become more intense and wild in the most unimaginable way. "Mommy, when is Daddy going home?" Marsha asked that ripped her thoughts. "Oh!" Michelle crouched down a bit in front of Marsha. "He’ll be back before evening. Daddy and Uncle Andrew have something to work on in the company." "So, they will celebrate with us, right?" Michelle pinched Marsha’s chin. "Of course, my love. Daddy will be home soon and will celebrate the New Year with us." "Yay! I’m so excited, Mommy!" Marsha squealed.

Dad asked. “Well, for starters, Don is from Texas. So his family is all there. But he also doesn’t celebrate Christmas. He’s Jewish. So he’s not ignoring anyone to talk to me. That’s part of why I make sure to respond quickly. I know he’s alone for Hanukkah.” I explained.

Trace says and looks in the direction of the sitting room. "It's worth a good shot. "She says. I nod in agreement. It's worth my best shot and even if it wasn't, I know there is no one else for me. This path, Saving Daniel, it's the one I must follow. It's three days to Christmas. Riverside is agog with preparations, snow men had come up in driveways, trees showed through windows and the air smelled of sugar cookies and hot cocoa. Dad and I isn't left out in the festivities. This Christmas, we wouldn't be going up to Utah. Dad had decided to spend the season at home. This would be the first time we wouldn't be visiting mom's grave.

My only hope was that I could fix this mess before the announcement was made. “Sweetheart,” I told her softly. “Why don’t you go to bed early tonight? And tomorrow, I will get you the best Christmas present you ever wanted.” “Are you really going to get me what I want, daddy?” Hayley’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, her eyes wide with wonder and excitement. “Yes.” I reassured her. “I’m going to get you a mommy for Christmas.” As I handed Hayley over to Gerald, his puzzled expression mirrored my own inner anxiety. "I'll be back," I assured him, rushing out into the cool night air. “Take care of Hayley for me.”

His eyes bored into mine, dominating me completely with just a single look. I couldn’t get the image of his punishment out of my head, of him throwing me over his knees and spanking me like a naughty little girl. I’d liked it. It had made me wetter than I’d ever been before in my life. Even now, the residual sting still blazed over my scorched skin, reminding me of how he’d taken charge, how he’d taught me a lesson, how he’d made me call him Daddy. I fucking loved it all. “Daddy, I need to come,” I begged.

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.