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I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

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.”

"Ok, Daddy. Wow, I'm glad I finally got Daddy's permission." I took Mick and started singing together. My daddy's favorite songs are like Love Duet, Denpasar Mon, Mother How Are You Today, Let It Be, Love Is Blue. Yes, old school romantic songs.Mom and dad often spent their time listening to music during the day, while at dawn and at night daddy always reading the newspaper. Daddy is for me an ideal man, I hope someday I will have a husband who has the same character as dad. Sunday morning.

Glaring at me. "You're psycho," he said when no one was looking. I balled my fists. Felt the anger rising. Hit him again. Make him shut up. But I heard Daddy's voice in my head. "Use your words." So I got right in his face. "My grandpa WAS bad," I said. "You're right about that. He was a criminal. He hurt people. He was terrible. But my daddy isn't. He's the bravest man I know. He broke away from bad people to protect his family. He testified against criminals. He changed his whole life.

Immediately,my worries had faded and I caged him in my arms, kissing his cheeks, " Daddy!" Gosh...I missed my boy like crazy. Due to the fight with his mother, I couldn't even video call him. I kissed his chubby cheeks and murmured softly, " Mmm! Did you miss my baby? Daddy missed you a lot." Ryan grinned, wrapping his tiny arms around my neck, " Yes..Ryan misses Daddy the most but Daddy is bad..Daddy makes Mommy cry.." I paused, pulling him up from my neck to question, " What do you mean?"

Gemma's pure eyes flashed a trace of doubt, "But I just think my daddy is great." "Yes, your daddy is indeed very good, but your mommy doesn’t need to love all good men." " Did you mean that although my daddy is good, Mommy doesn't love Daddy, right?" "Look how good my daddy is, he's gentle, he can cook, he makes money, he has a good temperament and personality and everything, and he's very good to me and Mommy." " I know that you must be on the side of that big bad guy!" Gemma puffed up her mouth in anger.

My breath catches. “For you,” he adds quietly. Silence falls between us…..heavy, painful, and real. “And if he fought this hard to survive until now…” my daddy continues, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it, “…then he’s not giving up in there.” I look up at my daddy in genuine appreciation. My daddy doesn’t sound like a mafia lord. He sounds like a father trying to hold his daughter together. I close my eyes, holding onto his words like they’re the only thing keeping me breathing.

Save me, Mom…" With one fluid smack, Eliza sent him flying. "Get away from me! I don't know this lunatic!" I walked over to Lucius, looking down at him. "What's wrong? Didn't you like calling people daddy? Well, the real one is here, so why are you so quiet?" Then, I turned to Joyce. "See? I told you he wasn't a reliable father, right? When it really comes down to it, there's no one better than your actual parents, don't you think?"

He stomped his feet in discontent, asserting, "I want Mommy. I only need Mommy. Mommy will do anything for me without hesitation." Daniel forcefully pushed his father out of the room and, with an angry finger pointed at him, declared, "Daddy is a bad guy." With that, the little boy slammed the door shut. Once the door was closed, Daniel climbed onto the bed, panting. He sighed and curled up in the quilt, his small body heaving from exertion. All he wanted was his mommy. People often praised his daddy, but he couldn't find his mommy anywhere. He wasn't even allowed to mention her.

Am a fuckin daddy to a five year old, this is so unbelievable. Robbie dropped the rest of the papers he was holding and pulled me in for a bro hug. "I can't believe this J, the boy looks exactly like you, am so proud of you." "Robbie," I called him three times just to make sure I wasn't dreaming and his replying to all my calls is what made me believe that I wasn't dreaming. This is real, Am A DADDY! * * * Arla's Pov "Goodbye sweetheart," I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next.