Loved By Twin Daddies Novels & Stories

His voice drops lower with worry. “We made a mistake one night. Both of us. Too much to drink. Grief and loneliness and timing that should never have lined up. The twins were the result. We decided to raise them together because it was the right thing to do. That’s all this is. An agreement. A family for them.” I look at him and the lie is so obvious it almost makes me sick. The way his eyes keep dropping to my mouth. The way his hands stay clenched at his sides like he’s stopping himself from reaching for me. This man is not looking at me like I’m a temporary arrangement.

Yes, our little girl is a handful, and I promised myself that she would be the last one. Yet I sit here with one of our newborn twins on my knee while Beven holds the other, identical twin girls can you believe that Erin and Shannon, of course, they are both Daddies girls and Beven absolutely adores them. He finally got the little girl he dreamed of so many years ago plus an extra two for good measure. I love to watch him with our children, Elior trains with Beven just as Beven did with Makkan when he was a child. I smile as I look at my husband holding Erin in his arms, he's still. as handsome now as he was then and I'm still madly in love with the man.

she questioned and Nick stared at her in silent "I just found out the most terrible news about myself. I just found out my twin sister has different parents," she said and Nick raised his eyebrow "Yes, Chantel has a different mother and father even though my mum gave birth to both of us. My mum took a surrogate deal and she met with my father and somehow I was born alongside Chantel," she narrated

My parents were quite wealthy and needless to say, I had almost everything I wanted. A few days later, I wasn’t still familiar with the place. I was always indoors, watching fighting programs and training with my father. But he was most often away from home, so he will keep me with the neighbors. They had two kids, and the pale small one, was Eric. I thought he was the younger brother but he was the twin. After sometime, we became good friends. Eric was a wimpy and a weak child. He always needed our protection but we never had it any other way. In fact, we enjoyed playing big sisters to him and he enjoyed playing little brother to us.

"Ethan needed to know. His biological father tried to kill his mother. That's his history. He needed truth. Sienna needed to know enough to understand the foundation. To understand why family is important. But the twins? They don't need to know. Not yet. Maybe not ever." "Their origin story is violent. Rachel's death. My father's corruption. Lorenzo's crime. Alice's betrayal. All of it led to them existing." "Their origin story is also love. You and me choosing each other. Choosing to build a family. Choosing to create life. That's their origin. Not the violence. The choice to love despite violence." The twins will grow up knowing they're loved. Knowing they're wanted. Knowing they matter. T

He keeps me laughing, no matter what. Seven years after the triplets were born, Aidinth and I decided to try for another one, and got two! The twins, Tasha and Tala are both girls. They also have their daddy whipped, and I think it’s funny as hell. At only 3 years old, they know how to get what they want from him. They know all it takes is the puppy dog eyes and four simple words, “I love you, daddy,” and he will melt like ice on hot pavement.

Damian wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close as we stood there together, watching our children laugh and play in the warmth of the late afternoon sun. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice low and full of emotion. I leaned into him, my heart full. “I love you too, Damian. Thank you for everything.” He smiled, his eyes bright as he kissed my forehead. “We’re just getting started, my love.” As the twins’ laughter echoed in the background, I knew that no matter what came our way, we would face it together. Because family wasn’t just about blood—it was about the love that tied us all together. And with Damian by my side, our children in our arms, and the love of our parents surroundi

“You're so amazing, Zane Daddy! Thanks a mil… no, a zillion!” Then turning to Jayden, she added in the same highly excited tone, “Jay-jay, you’re so lucky to have such a very coooool dad but I’m even luckier than you because I have two super cool daddies; Justin daddy and Zane daddy! Super cool, right?”

the list seemed endless. But then I remembered my darling twins, Nadia and Nathan. I smiled as I thought about them, imagining their bright eyes and infectious laughter. Everything I did was for them, and that thought made all the difference. They were my whole world, and I loved them with everything I had my wonderful babies. I was thankful that they were more like me with their looks, but Nathan certainly had his fathers' stubborn side. I shivered at the memory of Lochlan. I had done the right thing to escape him and keep my twins a secret. He would have never let me go otherwise. I hated him and that bitch Tara. How could they do that to me?

I would have joined them, but that may have made their grief worse. Nathan walks in and Jaxon runs to him, crying. Max and Eden look confused. “He’s our daddy,” Jax tells them proudly. They stare at Nathan. “Hi,” Nathan says. Eden cuddles up to Max. “He’s only our daddy when mommy tells us he is.” He gets to his feet. “Daddies, keep mommies safe from being taken.” You can tell he is the oldest child at that moment. “You’re right. When we find your mommy, she can tell you. But she will have to tell you that you have two daddies.” Dawson walks into the room, oblivious to the conversation going on. “Because we’re twins.” They all just stare at the pair of them.