Dc Young Fly Dad Novels & Stories

My mind spiraled into the worst scenarios. But all I saw was my daughter. There was no doubt. She was mine. Without another word, I stormed past Aaron toward the elevator. “I need to leave immediately.” Aaron called after me, but I didn’t slow. I was already dialing. Xander,my second oldest answered on the second ring. “Dad?” “Get the jet ready. We’re flying to Washington D.C. We’re bringing someone very important home.”

It's night already and she put kinky to bed,Daisy and Reed just left this night and Naoh would be discharged tomorrow evening,the doctor said it's a miracle how his health become stable so fast and kinky couldn't contain her joy when she heard her Dad would be coming home tomorrow even which means she would meet him at home when she got back from school tomorrow. Amelia have talk to her about this kids of a thing but she just can't put the pieces together at all, like kids are literally not her things. Her parent only her and she knows exactly how it is for them to raise eve only her, her Dad died when she was still growing and when her mom decided to remarry she married a beast who is secre

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

Lydia had disappeared so completely—was there any hope of finding her? "Dad, have you made it to Y City? You need to take care of yourself. You looked like you lost more weight in yesterday's video. What if you find Mom and she doesn't recognize you because you're not handsome anymore?" "Alright, Wythe, I'll make sure to eat well and gain the weight back, okay?" "Hmph! You always say that, but you never do. You're lying, Dad!" "...This time, I promise I won't. I plan to slow down and stay in Y City for a while before heading to the next place."

the younger one said proudly. “Then you need to act like it,” Dylan said. “Go outside and play, stop looking for meaning behind every little thing.” Dad chuckled. “That’s what we keep telling him.” “Yes!” The younger me agreed. “Dylan’s like a grandpa. He’s exactly like Uncle Fergus!” “No, I’m not,” Little Dylan groaned under his breath. In the meantime, Dad began pouring tea into the cups, and the scent I loved so much hit me instantly.

Dylan replied with a smile lingering on his lips. "Tell the kids I'll miss them too." Dylan gave me a deep kiss goodbye when we reached the doorway. He had an early flight so we chose not to wake the kids. "Have a safe trip. Call me after landing." I said. After watching my love away, I went to get the kids up for breakfast. “Mommy, are we going to call Uncle Dylan Dad soon?” Cazz, my daughter suddenly asked at the table. "I don't want to call him that. What if we meet our real father one day?" Laz, my son said with a frown.

Kids screamed near the swings, a dog barked, an old man read a paper like the world wasn’t burning. His phone buzzed. One word, from Lily: When? He exhaled, shaky. Typed: Tonight. Seven. At your dad’s. Hit send before he could think better of it. Seconds later, another buzz. Damian this time: Understood. No argument. No evasion. Just acceptance. Like they all knew the center couldn’t hold much longer. He leaned back, stared up through the canopy of leaves at a sky that couldn’t decide if it wanted to clear or storm. The air carried that charged, heavy smell that always came before rain. Fitting.

“Dad and I are in the middle of discussing business.” “Are you serious right now?” I spat at him. “I didn’t fly all the way back to this shit hole to have a casual chat with you about how the Yankees are doing this season. What I need to discuss with Dad is business too, like how the fuck we’re going to remove you from having any kind of power to make decisions in this company.” “Hold on a second, Blake,” my dad said, standing up to plant himself between Danny and I. “I’m assuming you are talking about the email. It was just a proposal.”

They just wanted him to come out. And he had foolishly fallen for it. "So?" He asked them again. "Here, this came in for you and it had Levon written on it." Draya handed him a clean white envelope which Dylon took eagerly and shut his door right in their faces yet again. "And take a shower, you reek of sadness and depression and death and ow ow ow…" Dylon couldn't help but laugh at that, he knew his Dad was probably pulling the girl down the hall by her ears.

My dad smiles at me and says, “I thought you'd never ask. Give Crimson control for now, and I’ll shift into my dragon. Let’s fly.” I give Crimson control, and she takes flight. Shortly thereafter, my dad joins us in the air. After the 2 dragons have their chance to fly, my dad asks me through the mind-link, if I'd like to give it a go. He goes over some basics with me like banking, and not flapping my wings too much. To just glide for the most part, and only flap when I need more lift, and to never take my eyes off what is in front of me.