Daisy Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

***Daisy's POV.*** I get ready in a rose gold sequin bodycon gown which has a cold shoulder short sleeve and choker neck. I wear the crescent moon earrings which my parents gifted me today. As I fluff my hair, my mind goes back to this afternoon when that thought invaded my mind. I love kids and so does Theo. However, we just started our relationship and we both are so busy that I feel we won’t be able to make space for that baby. I would do anything to have Theo’s babies, but it is very early. Or maybe I am worrying about nothing.

Time to claim this too. '

Like now. Tom’s eyes bulge. He tries to scream but his lips are sealed shut with tape. “Hello Tom,” I smile at him prettily. “Are you ready to be my fun little toy for the day?” I raise my hands and gesture around the room. “There are so many accessories in here for us to play with, but first, I need your consent. I need you to nod for me, Tom. Can you do that?” Tom’s eyes to the size of saucers. He’s holding himself quite still, no doubt dumbfounded by the situation he’s in. I don’t know it pisses me off so much. Before I can stop myself, I slap his cheek. Hard.

Poppie After Shayla and I got our ass beat by Tanya and Stephanie, I was not looking forward to get it beat the entire night. The crowd had wound down and a few people left, which meant the level of the party was about to go up. It was all about the stay and play part of the party. Austin stuck around and was eyeing me the entire time I was getting my ass beat in Spades. I had had enough and I was ready to have a nice, interactive conversation with Austin. He was looking all kinds of handsome standing next to the speaker near the wall.

She pressed her lips to Daisy’s soft hair, her words of apology barely audible as she mumbled into the fragrant locks. “Mommy’s sorry. So sorry,” she whispered, her voice filled with regret for the moments she couldn’t be there with her children. After gathering herself for a few precious moments, Eva gently released Daisy. Her daughter, now free to explore, dashed off with youthful enthusiasm, eager to show off her artwork from the day. Daisy proudly displayed a colorful butterfly she had painted, each wing adorned with a different hue, a testament to her creativity and spirit. Around them, other little kids were still engaged in playful activities, waiting for their parents to pick them up

“But now I’m back, and we’re going to have lots of fun together.” Daisy’s excitement grows, and she wriggles in my lap. “Like playing a game?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. I chuckle softly, delighted by her enthusiasm. “Yes, just like a game,” I reply, playing along with her. “We’re going to make a plan, a special plan, to help Mom accept us and understand that we’re a family.” Daisy claps her hands, her face beaming with joy. “I love games, Daddy!” she exclaims, her voice filled with pure happiness.

Our flight was at 10 a.m. I zipped Daisy’s small pink suitcase, pressing down hard to get the zipper over the bulge of clothes she had stuffed inside. “There,” I said with a small breath of relief, straightening up. Daisy sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, her face lit by the glow of her iPad. Her little fingers tapped quickly on the screen, lost in whatever game she was playing. “Enough with the iPad, baby,” I said, holding out my hand. “Give it to me.”

Daisy noticed it throughout the afternoon. The way Noah and Roman laughed together. The way Harper bossed them both around equally. The way Poppy dragged Roman into helping build a blanket fort. The way Theo followed him everywhere asking endless questions. Most of all, she noticed how natural it all felt. As if they'd skipped months of uncertainty and gone straight to family. Later that afternoon, Daisy stepped onto Harper's back patio carrying two cups of coffee. Roman sat outside watching the children play. Poppy was attempting to organise a tea party.

I was sitting on the edge of her bed, fingers combing through her hair, and I paused for half a second. Adrian laughed softly from the screen. “Technically, a play castle. But yes. A castle.” Poppy shrieked with joy, a betrayal of eardrums everywhere and a direct threat to every living thing within a two-house radius. “I knew it! I knew Daddy loves me the most in the whole world!” I patted her thigh. “Volume, little dictator.” “Sorry,” she said, sounding not even remotely sorry, then turned back to the screen. “Does it have towers? Is it pink? Is there a bridge? A place for horses? A room for CEO Barbie?”

Poppy hummed as she drifted her eyes around the bar house, she was narrowing her eyes as if she was lost in a few thoughts. Suddenly, she eventually said to me "I think I have a plan. But first, we have to visit Hidalgo, in that way I can be able to see what kind of a lady she is!" She firmly said. I breathed a sigh of relief "No worries, we will be going to Reagan's resident tomorrow!" I told Poppy. Poppy nods and then she grips her bottle of Vodka again "Come on, let's get drinking." She said. "No, I lost appetite already!" I pursed my lips, but it wasn't entirely a lie since I wanted to speculate about how tomorrow was gonna be.