I Call Him Daddy Novels & Stories

I cry out again and again until he took me along with him toward his office, he picked the phone up and with my better hearing, I could hear every word said from both sides, not that I cared, my head was just laying over his chest enjoying being cuddled close. "Hello," Daddy said in his firm voice, who does he always call and get busy with, I had no idea, I should be the only one he needs. "Doctor James?" the voice says, it was filled with disgust, but the voice was familiar, so familiar, that I gave their call my full attention. "Yes, who's asking?" daddy answers the angry voice, he wasn't very happy about the phone call either.

he said against my lips, his voice quieter now but firmer, like a rule had just been set. “That’s not what you call me.” My chest rose and fell unevenly, my thoughts scattered, my body completely betraying me as I stood there, still holding onto him like I didn’t trust myself to let go. “Then… what should I call you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, even though I already knew he was going to answer in a way that would make everything worse. He didn’t hesitate. “Daddy.” The word landed heavy. Too heavy.

“Amor, I don’t want to go to the hospital. I’ll get better if you buy me a smartphone.” “Fine,” she sighed, giving in. “Eat and take your medicine, then. If you do, I’ll buy you one. But if you don’t, no phone.” “Okay. Mama, I’ll eat now and take my medicine. But I don’t wanna go to the hospital. Daddy said he’ll visit when I’m better.” Daddy? Her mind froze. Who was he calling daddy? It couldn’t be Harold—Devon knew he was his uncle. Nor her brother Ricky—he called him, Father. Then who…?

She paused, her little eyebrows pinched together in a distressed frown as she tried to remember what to call him. “Call me Daddy, Love.”

Therefore, I had no reason not to enjoy this as well. I crouched down in front of him. "Did you just call me daddy?" Austin nodded, and I couldn't feel happier than this. "Mommy said you could be my daddy now, so I want to call you daddy. Can I?" "Sure. Of course." I blinked back the tears forming in my eyes. "You can call me Daddy. In fact, I'm so happy than you call me Daddy now." A wide smile etched on his lips. "Daddy Wyatt."

I felt my anger going up as I watched him hurrying behind Bradley. " What the hell is he doing here?" I asked Isabella. " I called him." She said. " Why the hell would you do that?" I asked her. " Daddy..." Bradley said and hugged my legs. I was a bit surprised that he knew who I was but I smiled because my boy has called me his daddy in front of a man that wants to be called that. I picked him up. " My boy... you are so big." I said with a smile. He hugged me.

He says, or rather orders. Daddy? But what? "If you want something, anything, you just have to ask me like this" He says, giving me a wink. Does he want me to call him Daddy? But why? I don't even call my dad like that, well, just sometimes. Why would I call him like that? He said if I wanted something, I had to call him Daddy, and I want to keep feeling what I felt, so I have to do it, even if it's weird for me.

“We can be a real family. Just give me a chance to prove it. You’re as important to me as my own children. After the wedding, I want us all under one roof. A real home.” I let the silence stretch, watching him. Then I smiled—slow, sweet, and utterly wicked. “Well… I apologize for my outburst earlier,” I said softly. “I shouldn’t have said those things. And I’m glad you want to prove yourself to me. Can I still call you Daddy?" His shoulders relaxed a fraction. His eyes lit up with cautious relief. "Of course... you can call me, Daddy." "Well, Daddy, your little girl has a request." “Name it,” he said immediately. “Whatever you need. Whatever money can buy, I’ll get it for you.”

Gael Slater: You're the best father in the world, and I love you more than I love your sloppy joes. Lucian gasps playfully. Lucian Slater: Oh, now you done did it. Gael's eyes widen and his lips quirk to protest as Lucian dives in, ticking his belly. He stops when his phone rings in his pocket and vibrates against his left leg. He fishes it out his phone, eyes narrowed at the unsaved number. Gael Slater: Aren't you gonna answer, dad? Lucian Slater: Uh, nah. I'll just... call em back tomorrow.

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."