In My Daddy's Belly Book Novels & Stories

It's funny how she is in her early 60s but dresses and behaves like she is in her teens. "Excuse me," I smiled at him kindly and started to walk to my waiting parents but suddenly I felt a tug on my blouse. I looked down at my five year old, whose face was full of questions at that moment. "Mommy, is this Daddy?" Oh my God! I looked behind us at Jale who was only a few steps away from us. I bet he clearly heard what my son had just asked me.

His warm breath hit the skin of my belly. Sometimes I feel like it's a dream, Dylan pampering me and spoiling me in the best way possible. I didn't want him to create any emotional bond with me and my baby, but at the same time, I didn't want him to take his lips away from my belly. Do such contrasting feelings exist? "Be a good boy and listen to your daddy. Don't kick her too much. You can when your mommy does something weird." He said. My brows rose when he said that.

I look at Daddy, not wanting to go in alone, but he smiles and bends down to speak to me. “Freya, go ahead. I’m going to stay right here, no one is going to hurt you,” Anton tells me. “We’re going to talk with your friend’s mommy while you visit with your friend.” “Daddy, I’m scared.” “There’s nothing to be afraid of, I’m here. You know you are safe when I’m here.” “My belly hurts.” He pulls me into a hug, rubbing my back. “It’s going to be okay. Your belly hurts because that’s how your body reacts when you are scared. What are you scared about?” Anton asks, still holding me tight.

He left my hand as they hugged his legs and he scouted to their level. There was a switch. Instead of the rude, mean and arrogant man I rode with, he was a gentle, loving father. “Daddy, you promised to be home three hours ago, you are late.” Camilla said, complaining to him. “Stop cam, Daddy just came back.” Jayden said and Camilla pouted while folding her hands on her chest. “I am sorry honey but your brother is right. I will explain when I get inside. I have a surprise for you.” Ethan said.

He picked them up and opened one. "Hello, Daddy! Baby is really happy to meet you for the first time." In that moment, Darwin felt like his whole world was collapsing. "Doctor Granny said that it was really difficult for Mommy to have baby, so it was really, really hard for baby to come into Mommy's tummy!" "Baby loves Mommy and Daddy very much. No matter how difficult it gets, baby isn't afraid. Baby will protect Mommy!" "Please be patient, Daddy! In a few more months, baby will be able to meet you!"

“Sleep well, Cello.” The child sighed contentedly, his body relaxing again. Ava started to rise, careful not to make a sound—then felt something hard near his pillow. Curious, she lifted the corner of his blanket and froze. A large, hard-covered book lay half-open beneath it. She slid it out gently. On the cover, a smiling cartoon man waved from a field of clouds. Above him were the words in bold, cheerful print: My Daddy. Ava’s heart skipped. It was a children’s picture book — one she remembered from the bookstore. The shop assistant had recommended it, and Cello had turned up his nose immediately, declaring, “Childish.”

My stomach did a flip thing it always does when excity/scared. Dad was joking. He had to be. But that tiny dark spark low in my belly — the one I shoved down deep, it whispered something else. Something I refuse to give it the validation of actually thinking it.. Cards flipped fast. Dad’s face drained of color when Victor laid down his full house. Dad had absolute garbage. “Shit…” Dad muttered, rubbing his face. He glanced at me with a sloppy grin. “Extra waitress duty for you tonight, kiddo.” Victor leaned back, eyes now locked on me with zero play left. “No. We’re calling the bet. For real.”

Damien said, holding her firmly with one hand and putting the other to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet. Emma was so terrified and panicked that her entire body went rigid. The man she called father, the man who was her mother's husband, was lying on top of her. Emma’s mouth was covered, preventing her from making any sound. She watched him with both terror and vigilance, desperate to find a way out.

My father came in, his eyes were blank and his face washed out in the light of dawn as he rested against the door frame, looking at me with a blend of pity and triumph. "You listened to him, didn't you?" he rasped "The hooded man doesn't bluff" Jamal's body tensed beside me "Get out." But my father paid no attention to him. His eyes pinned me "You feel it, don't you, Melissa? You feel him in your blood. That pull, that whisper and that's because he's been tied to you since you were before birth" The air was punched from my lungs "What are you even talking about?" he asked

I slowly and gently slide next to him in his bed since the bed is extra wide at the sides and I put his bandaged hand on my belly. The moment his fingers touch my skin, our daughter wakes up and starts to kick the place where his hand rest on my belly....and i smile, my baby finally meets her Daddy and for the first time in months i fall asleep without problem and drift away into darkness unaware of what the future will hold for me and my little family!.....