My Babys Daddy Book Novels & Stories

I said and offered him a smile. “Hmm,” he sighed and closed the door behind him, while I sulked at the fact that he didn't return the smile. In my boredom, I found a pen and a sticky note. “I would rather doodle,” I said to myself before getting at it. FORMER OUTLINE Book title : Daddy's best friend My dad's best friend has been my best friend and nanny since birth, but tonight my heart wants him. "Just call me Shawn", he says with his gaze still locked with mine as we click our champagne glasses.

he exclaimed, his eyes shining with happiness. My heart swelled with joy, hearing my son's enthusiastic words. Despite the circumstances, despite the fear and uncertainty, Alejandro's innocence and love for his father shone through. I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed at my son, my love for him overflowing. "I'm so glad you have happy memories with Daddy, sweetie," I said, trying to keep my emotions in check. "That means a lot to me." "But, baby, you know that Daddy and I aren't together anymore, right?" I asked, trying to gauge his understanding of the situation.

She saw Daddy touch Emily’s hair gently. Her heart hurt again. She turned away quickly. Tears filled her eyes. “He never touches my hair like that anymore,” she whispered. She went back into her room and closed the door. She did not hate Emily. But she hated the feeling of being second. --- Later that afternoon, Daddy called Tessa to his study. She walked in slowly. “You wanted to see me, Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Yes,” he said. He removed his glasses and looked at her seriously. “Tessa, you are my daughter. You will always be my daughter.”

"Finn... Uncle Eric is your father. He’s the one who put you in Mommy’s tummy-tum-tum." Finn went silent, his little brow furrowed as he processed this. I held my breath, waiting for the confusion or the questions. "Really?" he asked. I nodded. "That means I’m gonna be as handsome as Daddy when I grow up!" My heart squeezed. Hearing him use that word—Daddy—felt like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place. "You don't mind him being your daddy?" "No," Finn shrugged. "Mr. Eric is nice. He makes Mommy happy, which makes Finn happy."

But Jade’s mind was reeling. Da—? It was the first time Harper had made any sound close to a real word. And it wasn't 'Ma' or 'Mama.' It was 'Da.? And she had pointed it straight at the exact man. “Just babbling,” Jade muttered to herself, but the word felt thin and unconvincing. Harper was almost a year old. And Babies often said mama before Dada… But Harper’s own was different and the timing, the pointer finger, Jace’s reaction… it was a cruel, perfectly timed coincidence.

"Okay, but if you get five onesies, I get to choose five books." "Deal." Five minutes later, Valeria was still shrieking at footie pajamas as Kc had made her way over to the parenting books, holding up "Daddy-ing For Dummies" with one raised skeptical brow. Why does this resemble a product of a man who's never cradled a baby?" he grumbled. "Because it likely is," said a voice from behind him. He turned to witness a fellow soon-to-be father rolling a cart full of suspiciously identical items.

She drives her father crazy. Javier has just been… overbearing? He won’t let me do anything around the house. I remember one time I wanted to carry a box of books to our room. He went batshit crazy; he went on and on about how I would reopen the bullet wound, and trust me; he was just exaggerating. It was fully healed and there was no way it would reopen.

Gael shakes his head. Gael Slater: My dad gave it to me. The boy shrugs moving around the desk. Halo Noel: Can I see it? Gael hands Halo the leather-bound book, reading the simple yet intricate title, impressed. Halo Noel: Tom Sawyer. He runs his right hand over the worn leather spine. Halo Noel: Is your father coming to pick you up? Halo checks his watch, notices the time, and sits up. - Usually, Gael would be the first to leave, as his father was never tardy. So, seeing the boy hanging back feels odd to the attentive teacher.

“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.”

“Of course, buddy.” We walked together to his room. Once inside, I helped him onto the bed and walked over to the shelf, pulling out a book. I lay down next to him and opened the book, reading aloud in a soft voice. Jace laughed at some parts and rested his head on my chest while I patted his back with my other hand. “Daddy, what happened to the baby pig?” he asked with sleepy eyes. “You’ll find out soon,” I said, brushing his curls from his forehead.