I Became A Doting Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jason let out a chuckle that rumbled deep in his throat. "And by the way," Livvie continued, "don't beat yourself up thinking you're not a good father ’cause you weren't there for me as a baby. It goes without saying that you're a terrific father. I mean, you always donate to kids with disability, sponsor numerous impoverished children, provide them with scholarships... All these good deeds you did behind the scene without using them for good press. Knowing that my father has such a beautiful heart is the biggest flex of my entire life."

I shook my head, “He’s just a friend dad, he’s helping me get away from all the Steve drama and the Darren drama.” He looked over to the kids, “You know I love you to death right kiddo, but I feel like I need to say this. You need to settle down, you’ve got 3 kids, 2 are biologically yours and they all have different fathers. You don’t get help with any of them, I’m telling you Ian is a real man, he won’t act up like those boys did. I thought when you met Steve you would settle down but it was always rocky. He needs to grow the fuck up that kid.”

Ivy and Ian stared at the empty doorway for a moment before they looked at each other. “Did he just call himself daddy?” Vivian asked, and Ivy giggled. “Yep! That's my father. He's my big bad father until I'm hurt. The littlest cut and he breaks into baby talk, and suddenly, he becomes Daddy. He's probably seeing me as his 5-year-old little girl right now, and he's out there making me soup or something,” Ivy said, unable to wipe the smile from her face.

Inilipat ni Elllie ang kanyang timbang sa kaliwa ng bench. Isang pulgada na lang. Oo, ngayon ay mahuhuli na niya ang lahat ng mga salita na sinasabi ng dalawang ina. “I swear to you, Susan, kung kaya ko, ako na mismo ang kukuha ng trabaho bilang yaya na iyon. Si Tyler Hernandez ang pinakaHOT na single dad sa buong paaralan. At saka, mayaman siya." Ang babaeng may pixie-cut at dreamy na mga mata ay parang hihimatayin pa ata.

He never smiled at me after that confession and seems to be getting mad at me but seeing him smile at me brings so much joy to my heart . “Aren’t you going to say something ?” He asked me again, breaking into my thoughts . I turned and faced him . Why can’t you let me be , my father asked you to be my guardian, he never said that you should stuck my life . My father is strict and he would still let me go out but yet you don’t want me leaving the house without your permission . Staying out is even crazier . I don’t have much to say but I would really appreciate it if you would let me be .” I told him to be as calm as possible as I pulled away from him and turned to face the window .

He really is my father , I have a father and a family . ‘Are you ok ? if this is too much we can shift back i don't want anything to upset you’ He says starting to panic that there is something wrong . ‘No , it's just I think it's all starting to sink in . I actually have a father,’ I say with a small laugh . He laughs over the link . ‘ Yes you do and I couldn't be prouder of the person you have grown up to be in spite of everything you have been through’ He says as a tear rolls down my cheek at his praise .

My father has grown to like him and he really wants me to be happy after Dante. I look down at him and he looking at me with pleading eyes. I closed my eyes and sniffed a little and reopened them again. "Ye...Yes?"I say more of a question than an answer. He sighs in relief and smiles before putting the ring on my shaky finger. He stands up and pulls me into a tight embrace. "Thank so much for accepting me. I'll be the best husband to you and the best step father to Ireal. I love you"he whispers and places his lips on mine.

It was so that one day, when I came with Edgar, I could pick an apple for him to quench his thirst. It was laughable, really. Even though I had gone the first five years of my life without seeing Edgar or exchanging a single word with him, I still longed deeply to meet him and hold his hand. This feeling grew especially intense when I saw all the other kids at kindergarten being picked up by their fathers, when they mocked me for having no mother, and when the whole country was celebrating Father's Day. Later, I became so familiar with this road that I could walk it with my eyes closed. Yet, I never once got to walk it holding Edgar's hand.

Her hands found her chest, pressing against it like she couldn’t control her pain again, and then my thought process went tunnel. Fuck it. I stepped toward her and buried her into my chest. She stiffened in my embrace for only a second, before her body gave in, and she sank into me. Warmth spread through my chest, as I sank my hands in her strawberry-scented hair for the first time in years. Christ. I was a father. Not just a father to anyone, but a father to Lolette’s children. I had so many fucking questions I didn’t even know where to start from. My eyes roved all over the place in panic.

It made me sick, made me hate myself most of the time, made me into a bitchy nag and a cry baby, but I found myself falling in love with it everyday. The little thing was just like his father and he hadn't been born yet. His amazing father. He had been paying me extra care since he returned a week ago. He'd cook, clean, set up cameras and force me to make videos with him. He'd kiss my bump, kiss my lips, make love to me so gently because he wanted the feel of me embedded in his memory—and he also didn't want to hurt our baby. The perfect gentleman. I was so in love with two people to a point where I hadn't realized I was slowly turning into ashes.