Loved By Twin Daddies Novels & Stories

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.

"What do you mean?" "The twins had mommy issues when growing up. And when they moved to Poland, they lived across a nice and kind girl who was taking care of her father, a single parent. They would see how the girl cherished her father, how she took the feminine role in the house and did everything they couldn't do. Things they craved. So they grew very fond of you. And for some weird reason, couldn't live without you. You guys started hanging out together and you would go to their house to cook for them, sometimes call them to your house. All those didn't go unnoticed to them. To you, it was just helping friends out, making dinner for them, or cleaning up their messy rooms. However, to them

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

I fell on the chair. He’s right. Nothing changes the fact that he is my brother and my twin. I always thought back in the past that because we are twins, we will live together forever, doing everything together, having each other's backs because that is how twins are to function. But I find myself drifting further away from Eric. It’s even more like we are strangers. God made me the stronger one and him kind of the weaker one. I’m to be his strength and him my weakness. But I don’t have a weakness because everything is my weakness.

"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.