New Father Empress Appearing On My Doorstep With Our Daughters Novels & Stories

Lucy quickly turned to her and saw how she stiffened. Oblivious to the earnest gaze directed at her, she blankly stared at the entrance of the massive structure ahead of them. "Who arrived from Monaco Nation?" Without tearing his gaze away from her, Lucy casually asked his father's man. "The Emperor and Empress with the crowned Prince and some of their Elders" ****tbc****

I announced to her which made her even more happy. “I see you two are enjoying the weather as much as I am,” Minister Hughes said as he approached us with his personal guard a few steps behind him. Emily detached her hands from me and ran up to her father, “Father, it's so wonderful to see you,” she said as she hugged him and pecked him on his cheeks. “As it is you my dear, how have you been?” “I've been blessed, father,” Emily exclaimed as she rubbed her hands once again on her enlarged stomach.

Kael stepped in front of her. The man smiled. “Hello, Emily.” Emily couldn't breathe. The man stepped out of the shadows. “I've waited a very long time to meet my daughter.” The First Soul whispered: “Father.” The man looked at her. “No.” He smiled. “Not yours.” His eyes returned to Emily. “Only hers.” Emily felt Kael's hand close around hers. The man smiled wider. “Don't worry.” He looked at the peaceful world around them. “I didn't come to destroy your new life.”

He snapped his finger at his guards and I watched as three large trucks full of aides parked at the front of the stairs. "In forever grateful, George." Father nodded slowly. "It is my honour, Edgar. I'm doing it because we will soon be family—no, we are family. Now where's my daughter?" He looked around. "She has been taken away to—" "Father!" Naomi squealed. She rushed out of a parked car and threw her arms around her father's neck. "Oh, I've missed you! I was so scared!" "It's okay, Father's here!" He hugged his daughter while we watched.

“Oh, Mr. Bates please don't mention it. We are already family, you are my parents as well. The Palace gates are always open for the rest of the Bates if you all wanted to stay here.” My father chuckles. “That is a great offer, your Majesty, however, we have some businesses and vast lands that need to be taken care of. One of these days, I am inviting you to come visit us with my daughter. And hopefully soon with my future grandkids.” I look up at my father while he shakes hands with Brad. Mentioning grandkids is too early but if I think about what has already happened between me and Brad, it is not impossible that I could get pregnant soon. My cheeks burn, slightly embarrassed by the truth.

It felt like forever ago, but who would have thought that after all these years, I would be spending time with Andrew Churchill like this? I wondered what my parents would think of it. Would they approve, or would they be disgusted and disappointed in me? Before I could begin to spiral at the thought, the doorbell rang. Andrew took a beeline for the door, and I could hear him running down the stairs. “Dad, what the heck?!” I heard Charissa exclaim as she entered the penthouse.

Like I was a suitcase to pack and ship? No one was sending me off to Italy. I was going to NYU, not into some twisted mob marriage with a man who looked like he could kill with a glance. As the door shut behind them, I whirled on my father. “Papà, what the hell is going on?” He rubbed a hand down his face and slumped into his chair. The rest of the men had filed out, leaving only Uncle Vittoria and Antonio. “Sit, Ana.” “I’d rather stand until you tell me what this is.”

My little girl asked, looking between her father and I. Father. The word leaves a dangerous trail of fire down my throat. I had never thought there'd be a time, my kids would have someone to call a father. And this was not just any other man trying to be responsible for another person's kids. This was their father, their flesh and blood. Suddenly everything sounded just too heavy to accommodate. "I don't want to fight you. We just met each other and they kids are listening. Can we talk later?" I questioned. "Please." I added, and if I'm not mistaken, his eyes softened before it was replaced by a cold expression.

His eyes were darker than I remembered, sharp with intelligence, not cruelty. He looked at me openly now. “Good morning,” he said. His voice was calm. Polite. Detached. I inclined my head. “Good morning.” A pause. “You are… my father’s wife,” he said, not as a question. “Yes.” Another pause. Longer. Something shifted in his expression,not desire, not yet, but uncertainty. As if reality had not aligned with expectation. “I did not realize he married so… recently.” Recently. As if time measured legitimacy.

But he wasn't worried because he had a solid plan in place. “It was my idea.” He muttered, and Felicia frowned. "Are you insane? Why would you want to meet the bastard she gave birth to for your father?” She snapped, shooting off her seat. How could Burke insult her by collaborating with the enemy? This was getting out of hand, Felicia thought. “The boy didn't choose his parents, alright? And he's a Carrington, I need to start showing up for him because a day will come when I will have my own kids and he will be their uncle." Burke explained gently, hoping to reach his mother's heart.