Novel & Cerita Please Daddy

She looked up, blinking it away. 'Heyo mummy! Why don't I have a daddy?' Jade's mind took a gloomy turn as she shut her eyes, tightening her hold on the phone. She took in saliva, clearing her throat. 'Hello my beautiful baby. Daddy? Who says you don't have one?' 'Tom, he says it's because I'm bad, is it true?'

he asked, his words tumbling out in a rush as he struggled to comprehend the surreal moment unfolding before him. Zakariah's heart swelled with emotion at the sight of his son, his own features reflected in the boy's eager gaze. "Yes, son, I am your Daddy," he replied, his voice choked with emotion as he moved towards him, longing to envelop him in a long-awaited embrace.

"You're my d-daddy?" Fondness has shown to his both eyes. “Yes, I’m your d-daddy. You are my son,” he replied with a smile. "Mommy?" I nodded and smiled softly. "Really, Mommy?" I nodded again. “Yes, baby. He’s your daddy… Bradley Hernandez.” I was alive and breathing when I didn't even see it sulking in me. His father is the only one who hates me now. “Yey… I already have a daddy. Daddy, come here please. hug me, please, Daddy.”

"Daddy is here, Mommy. He came early in the morning. I thought it was Aunt Christina, but it was not her. When I opened the door, it was my Daddy." My body got cold. "Daddy? Who is your Daddy?”

They had not told him about the issues between them, only that Mommy was working far away with his grandparents. “We’ll just wait for Mommy, son. She will come back.” “Doesn’t she miss me, Daddy? Why doesn’t she visit me?” Tears filled his eyes at his son's question. He, too, has no answer. “Of course Mommy misses you, son. You just pray to Papa God every day so that Mommy will come back, okay?” “Okay, Daddy! I will keep on praying to Papa God!” He ran out of the room to play. Reed and his grandfather were left alone in the room.

"Wait. Do you know what your daddy looks like? Have you seen him, love?" "Yes, Mommy. I saw him and Aunt Christy said it should only be our little secret."

“Eat.” Zavian appears a few minutes later with a light blanket and drapes it over my legs even though the room is already warm. His hand lingers on my shoulder, thumb stroking once before he sits. Their attention is constant without being smothering. Every glance, every touch, every quiet check-in carries the same message: ‘You are carrying our children. You are precious. We will not let anything touch you.’

The air seemed to freeze in an instant. Layson paused, frowning, his intense gaze locked on my face. He hadn't heard me address him like that in a long time. When I was a kid and first brought to his castle, I used to sweetly call him "Your Majesty". Later, once I understood the feelings I had for him, I refused to use that title anymore. Sometimes, I called him "my Alpha Daddy" or "Daddy", and sometimes, I was bold enough to call him directly by name, "Layson".

"I'm sorry, Daddy. But you have to listen to me. I can't hold on anymore. My heart stopped beating just now. You know how people faint in movies and never wake up? I think that's what is about to happen to me. The pain is too much. My belly also feels like it's about to burst. "I know that I'm only five years old, but I am happy that you are my daddy. I love you. Tell my mommy that I love her too. I know she can't come to see me because she's in prison. I saw it on TV. You are the best daddy in the whole world."

In a clear, sweet voice, she began: “My Daddy is the best Daddy in the world, He gives me warm hugs when I feel sad, making me feel safe. With him, our family is finally complete, And I’m the happiest girl in the world, because my Daddy is by my side. My Daddy is my hero, He’s there to catch me before I fall, always protecting me, With his love, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, And I’m so proud to say he’s my daddy, every single day. I love you, Daddy.” As Ella finished the last line, Ryan was already rushing towards the stage, tears rolling down his cheeks.