Novel & Cerita How Old Is Peppa Pig's Dad

“That sucks.” “It does. And it’s really weird that she’s only five years older than me. The guys at school thought it was the greatest thing. Having a young, hot stepmom. But it’s really not. She was our age when I first met her. Younger, actually. She couldn’t even drink when she started banging my dad.” “That’s just gross. How old is your dad now?” “He’s turning fifty this year.” “Can you imagine being fifty and having toddlers? Remember what a terror Riley was?”

GERALD'S POV "Your father is requesting your presence," Paula said as she walked towards the bed and placed her hand on my knee. I caught a glimpse of her smile as I groaned. My father was over seventy years old, yet he followed me around like he was in his twenties. I know exactly what he wants: to nag and yell at me for how much of a failure I am turning out now that I don't take my education seriously. Our conversations have practically been the same over the past five years.

I ran into his arms giggling like a little girl. "You were so busy that you couldn't visit your old man, yeah?" He asked. "I'll never be too busy for you Dad," I replied laughing. He released me and looked at me at arm's length like my mother had done. "My little pumpkin is growing into a beautiful young lady," He said proudly. "And you are looking fresher and younger than your age." And it was true. At fifty-two my Dad looked forty-five. Still tall and fit with only a few grey strands in his brown hair hinting at his age. I took his hair and eye color.

The most shocked I’ve ever seen her look. “But he’s… he’s…” “He’s what?” She struggles for words, which is totally unlike her. “He’s like… old. Like an old guy.” “He’s not an old guy.” I laugh, and it sounds so high-pitched. “He’s forty-plus, that’s not old.” “My dad’s forty next summer, Violet. Forty. And he’s an old guy.” She sighs. “This Spencer guy’s old enough to be your dad, Violet. Isn’t that weird?” She screws her face up. “Gross.”

“Go bring her back, I want to see her again.'' he pleaded with a weak smile and moved away. “Is something wrong with you.” I asked as a sudden fear ran through my body, but Dad chuckled at my words and shook his head, “I'm just fifty-six years old, you can't get rid of me so easily.” His words made me shook my head and moved closer to him. “I'm your son, don't hesitate to tell me if something is wrong with you.'' I pleaded. Dad scoffed and picked up his jacket. “Like I said, you can't get rid of me that easily.” he tapped my shoulder and walked away.

“So spill.” “How old are you?” I blurted it out and then winced. “What?” “How old are you?” “Why do you want to know?” He leaned back in his seat. I raised my hands and shook my head. “Sorry. It’s none of my business.” I wiped at my face. “Just when you said that you have been at this for years, it made me think about you age. Wolves barely grow old, heck my parents look to be about thirty, and my dad is almost two hundred years old.”

I glance at my watch realising it is now mid-afternoon when dad knocks and pokes his head around the door. “Hey dad” “Hey mom wants to know if you guys want some food?” I sigh dragging my hand down my face, “that would be great, can you bring it in here though me and Will aren’t done yet.” “Yeh sure, anything I can help with?” he asks and as much as I know my dad is a still a very strong and capable wolf I don’t like relying on him. I like to prove that he left his pack in capable hands, although he is almost mid 60s he has the body and mind of a 30 year old he looks incredible, much like me and my brothers. Our people don’t start getting frail until late 80s and alphas until late 90s as lo

I replied. "It's been a while since I saw you, Vincent, you grow really old" Philips cheerful tease/taunt dad who chuckled. "It's good to see you too, Phillips" Dad responds, completely ignoring his taunts. If I said this to dad that he is getting old than I am pretty sure he gave me an hour lecture of I am still stronger than you and blah blah and in the end to win the argument he taunts me about having no kids till at the age of thirty.

Dad explained sitting down to eat. " How old did you say he is?" I asked and dad grinned. I know that grin. He's thinking I like Aiden. I mean he's hot. Probably too good looking but I'm not interested in him. I can't be interested in him. He's got an attitude. A nasty one to be precise. " I didn't tell you his age." " Really?'' " 25 or maybe 26 or even 27." Dad said and chuckled. " We are definitely gonna beef if he's my mentor. That dude is horrible and irritating."

"When you call me Grandpa like that, it makes me feel old." Dad says, laughing a little. We all laugh. "That's because you are old, dad." I say, laughing. Dad narrows his eyes at me, trying not to laugh. "You just wait until you have this baby. You are going to get really old, really quick." He says. "At least I will still be sexy." I say, smirking. Dad scoffs. "I'm still sexy." He says, sitting up a little straighter in his chair.