Doting Parent Novels & Stories

Legend hadn't figured it out yet, but if he put up any sort of fight, James would concede. "Hide-and-seek?" The kid was smart. He aimed to get everything he was after. "Of course," James agreed. "Can we go now? Dottie's baked like chicken and tough like a shoe. She needs a nap because she's old, too." I couldn't stop my laughter. "You're just like your dad. I think you got a few similes mixed up."

They did not allow her to talk to him on the phone. She wanted to be with him to watch the expression on his face when she told him she was pregnant. He was to become a father. She didn't want to tell her parents until Joe knew. She didn't want to tell him a letter. She didn't know how to handle the situation. Dolly's parents believed that Joe would destroy Dolly’s life forever. If Dolly didn't smoke marijuana now, she would soon. If she continued to be with Joe, she would end up being addicted to drugs.

She had been with Athena and Sebastian for a few days and it was so good to see her. “Eris, this is Dorothy.” “Your kid?” she splutters “Yes.” Dottie holds up two fingers, “Two dads.” she announces proudly. Though she seemed to spend a hell of a lot more time with me than Brax. She smiles at Dottie and I was expecting Dottie to smile back, but she just stares at Eris and I knew she was reading her. “Why is she staring at me like that?” Eris demands The little bit of flesh between Dotties brows wrinkles up, “I want to go inside.” she mutters.

Benji bit at her sharply, scowling as she sheepishly pulled away. Dotty didn't let her brother's sour mood faze her, rolling her eyes before childly responding, "Bite me." Her shortattention span was redirected back to me, her eyes alive with excitement. "I can't believe it. I leave this pack for one freaking mating bond ceremony and you're already trying to replace me with a new friend."

He’s staring directly at Dolly, his expression completely unreadable. The teacher awkwardly clears her throat, clearly uncomfortable with how heated the conversation has gotten. “Perhaps we should all calm down—” I shake my head, ignoring her. My gaze stays locked on Dolly. “If you spent half as much time parenting your daughter as you do teaching her how to manipulate people, we wouldn’t be standing here right now.” Dolly smirks. “And if you weren’t so obsessed with being right, you’d admit your son is a brat.”

"He's ancient. " "He's hot, and he's got at least a good ten years left before he's too old," Kota argued. "Have you seen his wife? She has boobs!" Cage bandied. "Woah, personal? I'm just a late bloomer." Kota's voice had dropped in decibel level. "That's what your mom said too. As far as I know, she never bloomed, not even after you kids were born." Both of Dillon's children stared silently at their dad. Neither could remember the last time he mentioned that person, casually or otherwise.

He has her openness and my stubbornness and the particular fearlessness that seems to have arrived fully formed, like a gift from both sides of a bloodline that has been through a great deal and emerged with its capacity for joy intact. My parents are at their house on the eastern edge of the territory this week. Dorothy is visiting them this weekend, which she does as often as we will allow, because she has discovered in my parents the grandparents she never had, and they have found in her a grandchild they did not know they were waiting for.

This girl was clearly a teenager and I was a father who was acting like some creep. "Whats her name?" she asked softly. I shook myself and answered. "Sage." "Hello Sage I'm Dorothy but everyone calls me Dottie. And what is your daddy's name?" She asked. "Danny." I answered quickly as she giggled. "Okay Danny I'll grab that coffee for you." she smiled as she walked away. I watched her walk away and my eyes paused on her pert denim clad buttocks. "Should you be drinking anymore caffeine?" Bane asked. "and I suppose it is the sugar in the chocolate cake making you stare at her arse." he snipped.

Mr Blai cautioned his daughter . “ Dad, I do not give a fuck about him . He thinks he can come give me a damn document and then fucking order me to put my signature on them. Hell no ! ” she yells ignoring her father's caution. “ Let me make it clear to you Mr Luther ,I am not getting married to you and there is nothing you can do about it . I will do them when I want to do the⁶0m. Leave .” she maintained her stance boldly before her father and betrothed .

I apologised, eyes soft and seductive. "I... I just thought this would be a nice way to celebrate without drinking" I apologized, my words slowly trailing off into a thin moan as Grayson's daddy kissed my cleavages, a hand moving behind to undo my bra. "I agree it's a nice way. What else would a slut want to celebrate with if not her daddy's cock?" Grayson daddy agreed with me, letting my bra down. "Daddy, please get us home as soon as possible..." I moaned softly as daddy's tongue flattened against my hard nipple.