Please Take Me Home, Daddy Novels & Stories

"Daddy’s going to drop you off at school today." "Oh, really? Lucky me. I get a gorgeous personal chauffeur," Lona quipped, throwing Revan a naughty glance. Revan didn't say a word. He just gave Bella a tiny nod, pressed a quick kiss to his wife's forehead, and walked toward his black SUV without even glancing back at Lona. ______

Dane’s dick equals instant happiness. After we took our time trying to get through it, I successfully got into the car. “I love you baby.” He started off, looking so satisfied, it thrilled me. “I love you too.” I really did. “Drive safely. See you tomorrow. Seriously, eyes on the road.” “Yes Daddy.” “Fuck,” He groaned, colour returning to his face. He was well pleased. “I'm still your daddy indeed.”

"So let's go home now." “Yes, Daddy.” That's when I fully, compleetly, totally understand: Home. She’s my home.

And I'd be surprised if there was a single resident who wasn't here. Daddy got out of the truck and came around to the passenger side to help me down. I straightened my dress as I stood next to him, and when he closed the door, the sound of birds chirping and the water flowing and the leaves of that great oak rustling were music to my ears. Daddy took his cell phone out and made a call to let someone know we were here. And then he tucked the device back in his jacket and again gave me his elbow. He kissed my forehead and patted my hand resting on his forearm. "I couldn't have asked for a better man for you, Sarah. Remember where you came from and know that home isn't a place."

He closes his eyes to clear his head and clears his throat. "Good morning. Did you have a nice rest?" "I did. Thanks. You're off to work?" "Yes." Starting the day with an awkward conversation, very weird. "I have a request. I don't have anywhere to stay anyway so I'd rather just stay here before I go back to Dallas... Can I get a car to go around?" "You said you didn't have a family. Where do you want to go?" "I heard my former Dad is asking for me on his sick bed. I don't want regrets so I'll rather go."

He listened intently to my father and would laugh at whatever dad was sharing with him, but when he sighed, my heart thumped in my chest, telling me something was wrong. “Dad, just tell me if you want to come home now. I’ll tell Dante to pick you up or send my chopper to get you.” Red pursed his lips, listening to dad again and nodding his head when he could not even see him. “No problem, Dad. Just give me a call when you’re ready to go home… Bye, dad. Take care.” I turned to Red anxiously, taking the phone from him after he ended the call. “What did he say?”

She nods and I pull away. “Ready?” my father asks. I nod. “Ready.” As we drive to Safe Haven, my father turns to look at me. “Remember, you always have a home with your mother and I. If for any reason, you’re not happy, you come home.” “Thanks, Daddy.” “You’re my daughter. I love you, and I’ll tell you what I told your sister. You’ll always be my little girl,” he says as we pull up to the Safe Haven packhouse.

Tomorrow. The word burst through me like sunlight. I glanced at Mama, at Lola, at Damian who had slipped quietly into the room behind us, his presence a steady shadow at my back. Relief swept through all of us in waves. Mama’s shoulders sagged with gratitude, Lola let out a squeal of joy, and I felt tears of pure relief streak down my cheeks. “Tomorrow,” my father said, his smile broad. “Home. I’ll be home tomorrow.” I laughed through my tears, leaning my forehead against his. “Yes, Papa. Tomorrow.”

The words hit the most sensitive spots in my heart. I played the second one, already in tears. “Please come home. Daddy said you’re alright, then come back… please? I’ll be good. Daddy will be nice, so will everyone. I promise. Just come back to me.” My throat closed, and my lips trembled. I clutched the phone tighter as tears filled my eyes. It wasn’t Shawn’s smooth voice or any apology that could’ve broken me. It was her.

“Where’s Daddy? When is he coming home?” Izzy’s heart shattered as she knelt beside her daughter, pulling her into a tight hug. “Daddy’s working, sweetheart. He’ll be home soon, I promise.” Maya looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes, her small hands clutching Izzy’s shirt. “Will he be okay?” Izzy swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotion. “Yes, baby. He’s going to be okay. Daddy’s strong. He’s always going to come back to us.”