Gay Bapak Novels & Stories

I stood there holding my box of expensive dried wild Morel mushrooms gift set and tea, my fingers so stiff they were starting to cramp. I glanced at my boyfriend, Raymond Smith. He looked just as uncomfortable. He leaned closer and whispered, "My mom has always stayed home and never had to deal with much. She cries easily, so don't let it bother you. I'm sure she isn't trying to pick on you." I forced a smile while screaming inside. This was what he called "crying easily"? This was "a little naive"?!

I say. "I agree. Daddy, I am proud of you. You did not try to help Mother or Daniela when they were in trouble. I have missed you. I can vow for my father that he is a good person. He has never eaten the flesh of a human. He is not like my mother. I want you until people to stay for a little while if you're going to. I have missed you. However, my daughter can give birth any day now, and I want to be here to greed my grandchildren into this world," Gabby says as she walks over to Darius and hugs him.

"I'm sure you of all people know how our world works, Ms. Daymond. We don't marry for love. It is a mere abstract concept. Marriage is just a tactful strategy to further improve our businesses." I shake my head vehemently, completely at odds with his words, but I know it's useless arguing with men of his power. Men like my father. They're thick headed and refuse to listen to what the other person has to say. If Sebastian's childhood was anything like mine, then I feel sorry for him. Everyone knows about Anthony Crosswalk and his ruthless reputation. I could guess having him as a father is not an easy feat, so I don't hold Sebastian's rude behavior against him.

“Make me forget my troubles.” “That's what I'm known for, momma.” Him calling me momma triggered more of the urge and before long I was stark naked with all my clothes lying on the floor. He bent and jacked me off my foot, taking me to the luxury king sized bed which was positioned here in this large bedroom. He laid me flat, pressing me to the bed with his hands, then his lips sank to mine.

I knew Isabella’s Grandpa, Mateo, was quite old-fashioned. And very blunt in his words. In fact, on many occasions, I have to say I had found him quite amusing, especially after he had had a few drinks. Uncle Gabe was nothing like his Dad in that regard, I don’t think. Maybe in the way that they both had a seriously unique sense of humor, but anything more than that, then no. But right now, I was not finding Mateo funny. Far from it. His words were cutting. Harsh. And I could see the fear in Isabella’s eyes. Not to mention the pain and the upset. This was exactly what she had been fearing, and despite all my reassurances, it was happening...

Same sharp eyes, same jawline—just older, more refined, wearing a robe like he had just gotten out of bed. “Gab,” Gino said, “meet my father, Kyoganari Suzuki. Otou-san, this is Gabby.” Father? Suzuki? What universe did I step into? “Nice to meet you, Gabby-chan!” he said warmly. “Please, call me otou-san as well!” My brain short-circuited. Call him… what? “Uh… excuse me?” I managed, completely lost. “Oh! I mean, you may call me Dad. Or Papa. Or chichi. Or father—whichever you prefer!”

she teased, causing him to glower. “Grandpas are decrepit old men,” he announced moodily. “I identify more with Peepaw.” “Oh Lord,” Haven’s aunt Caroline groaned next to him, rolling her eyes. “That one’s worse than Grandpappy that you came up with two hours ago.” “Really?” Appearing crushed, he muttered, “Dammit. What about Pop Pop Ten?” “Reminds me of duck-duck-goose,” his wife shot back.

"Oh, men! That's the problem with old people." "Ha ha, are you calling me old?" "Mum is always tired and has no time to play. When I ask grandma, she says she is old and can't play with me." "Well son, I'm not as old as grandma is. I can play all day but not anymore, it's past your bedtime." "Okay dad, but will you read me a story?" Seeing his father nod, Tommy got off the bed taking a storybook from the bookshelf for his dad to read.

A smile that big said it all in my opinion. Manny wraps his arms around Gabe’s neck, “Aww bro, that is amazing! I didn’t think you were wanting any just yet?” Gabe is still smiling, bless him, I didn’t think he was fussed with kids, but something tells me he may be just a little excited about being a Papi. “We didn’t think we did, but one sneaked through, and now we can’t wait!”

She placed a hand over her expanding middle section and silently let the tears fall. Why was her poor baby subject to all these? First it had been at the risk of abortion, then she'd only just found out it's father could be anybody and nobody, and worst of all, he could have a genetic disease that could affect it. She hoped with all of her being the anonymous guy was clean. It would break her if she found out he was also a carrier of the Triple A Syndrome. Her baby would be doomed.