Daddy's Coming Home Novels & Stories

"Mummy, is dad going to come back home? " "I'm sorry baby, but daddy won't be able to come back. Ever. It's just gonna be you and me. Okay?" "But I want daddy" "Ari, it's gonna be alright, everything will be fine. " "No! " *********

“Your dad’s coming home later today. Did Darius tell you yet?” My grip on the glass tightened. “No, he did not inform me,” I said, my voice flat. Jace shrugged, wincing at the movement. “Figured he wouldn’t. Not exactly the best communicator.” I set my drink down, leaning back in my chair. My mind raced, the news of my father’s return sending a spike of anxiety through me. Charles Cartwright wasn’t just coming home—he was bringing trouble with him. He always did. Jace’s eyes drifted shut, and I let the conversation die, my thoughts too tangled to continue poking at him. I had more pressing matters to deal with—like preparing for whatever shitstorm my father was about to unleash.

“Sure, Mommy.” I reach over and gently wipe the milk from his chin with a napkin. “It’s about Daddy.” Miles perks up immediately. “Is he coming home today? Can we go to the park? He promised to teach me how to throw a baseball last time.” The hope in his voice makes my throat constrict painfully. “No, sweetie. That’s what I need to talk to you about. Daddy… Daddy isn’t coming home.” Miles’ smile fades. “What do you mean?”

He is watching me with that careful attention that always undoes me. "Dada worried?" he asks. My heart breaks a little. I kneel in front of him. "I'm a little nervous, baby," I admit. "Why?" I take a breath. "Because tomorrow… someone special is coming." His eyes light up immediately. "Who?" My throat tightens. "Your papa." Silence. Then…"PAPA? Really?!" "Yes," I whisper. "Really." "Papa coming home?" he asks, and that one word, home, lands like a weight on my chest.

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.”

Now I knew I wouldn’t be alone with my thoughts anymore. “Daddy is coming home. He is coming home to us.” I whispered to my baby, caressing my baby bump.

I didn’t even know that Jason had started calling him daddy. “Yes, Daddy is sick, but don’t worry, he will come back to us,” I said reassuringly as I dialed Justin’s number to come take Jason home to Lady Wesley so he could rest at home. Jason moved closer to where Daniel was and touched him. “Daddy,” he called in what felt like the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard. “Please come back to mummy and me; we miss you,” he said and hugged him while I also placed my hand on his own and hugged him along with Daniel on the bed.

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."

A fresh start until her parents worked things out. But when someone answered the doorbell, Chloe knew it was only a matter of time before her new world burned to the ground. The door swung open, and it wasn’t Rachel standing there to say hello. It was her father, Harvey Fletcher. His brown hair lay tousled to the side, with the first three buttons of his shirt undone. He pushed up his sleeves, revealing a round tattoo on his arm. He stood there, confident in a way that made her spine tighten. “Chloe,” he said, voice warm and dangerously gentle.

Daddy can't blame me for screaming, I wasn't supposed to scream anymore, but the guy scared me, daddy was quick to hide me behind him, and both of my hands went into his shirt, hiding my face into his shirt. "Trent, what are you doing here?" daddy growls at the guy. "I'm here to visit, can't you see?" the guy answers with a dark smile, I peeked behind daddy's back and saw his eyes were silver just like daddy, he's another demon lord! "You're not welcome, why didn't you say you're coming?" daddy asks him. "We're brothers, no need to call in first," he says, but I don't agree. "What do you want?" daddy growls at him.