Poppy's Dad From Trolls Novels & Stories

Had they really been apart that long that she forgot to call him daddy? “Little girl.” His hand rested on the curve of her ass, warmth spreading through her, “Ye have caused quite the uproar. Myrna and Melissa are beside themselves with worry. Michelle blames herself. I can barely focus. We have the Council meeting to prove our connection in just days, and ye have disappeared.” “I’m sorry, daddy.” Poppy felt tears prick her eyes, “I thought you didn’t want me any more…” “Did na want ye?” He sounded wounded, “Poppy, ye are my mate, my other half. Without ye, I’m nothing.”

And to think, after he left me, he actually-" He choked on the last words, unable to spit them out, but his eyes blazed with a quiet fury. I knew exactly what he was getting at. Yale always said raising kids was like investing in stocks, and the duds did not deserve any love. Back then, he did not give a hoot about the truth; he just wanted to boot me, his flop of a son, out of his life. However, Josh, once a star student, turned into just another face in the crowd under his relentless pressure. I went back to the countryside, where Grandma's tender loving care and teachers who knew how to play to my strengths helped me find my groove. Getting Yale to admit his parenting strategy was a bust

I was about to refute him when Poppy’s bright voice called out from the lift. “Mommy!” She ran to me while holding a balloon. Nate’s eyes brightened when he saw Poppy. “Poppy, come over here and let Daddy have a good look at you.” Poppy hid behind me and looked at Nate vigilantly. “You’re not my Daddy. My Daddy is Liam.” Nate’s expression fell. “Lila! What nonsense are you teaching our child? Don’t tell me that you really found another man!” I was too lazy to argue with him. I sneered and did not answer him. I was about to bring my daughter away, but Olly stopped us.

"How long are you going to keep up this act? Last time, it was a headache that turned out to be nothing. Now it's bleeding. Aurora, enough is enough. I'm at Leo's first shift party. This is a huge day for him. I can't just leave." "I'm not faking it!" I was practically begging. "Please, just believe me this once! The baby is really—" "Alpha Daddy! Alpha Daddy!" A little boy's voice piped up on the other end. "Come look! I turned into a wolfie!" "Wow, Leo, you're amazing!" Asher's voice instantly softened, becoming warm and doting. He sounded like a completely different person. "Alpha Daddy is so proud of you!" My heart felt like it was being ripped apart by claws.

as the media dubs him, smile only at me. But the media is a bunch of assholes, because they forget that he’s been such a devout single parent ever since he was young. My dad hasn’t aged much. At thirty-seven going on thirtyeight, he still has a strong build that fills out his suit. He’s tall and broad and has an eight-pack. No kidding. He’s the healthiest man I know. But he also has a few age lines that make him the wisest ever—aside from a certain someone.

Poppy says to us after a brief pause, looking over at the sleeping Benjamin in my arms. "For the most part I grew up without a dad" I add into the conversation, Poppy turns her attention to me and smiles widely. "I would love for my son to become a billionaire one day, even just a regular millionaire would make me happy" Poppy replies jokingly. Most of the statements that Poppy makes have at least a small layer of sarcasm to them, it's why we've always gotten along fairly well.

"Daddy's still pissed though, he ought to at least reply to his broadcast message with something. " Autumn's dad was the president of Lush Quarters, a post that was voluntary and had nothing to do with the building super. He admined the buildings group page along with the super and was responsible for gathering opinions about matters arising from the tenants and presenting them to the super and things like that. Mr Patterns, Autumn's dad, who was a vet by day, took his voluntary post very seriously. Kiersey shrugged and picked the bowl back up. She pretended not to notice the fixed look Peyton was giving her. Seriously, could anything pass that girl by?

Alex looks terrible—dark circles under his eyes, his hair unkempt, like he’s been shoving his fingers through it. “Anything you need to say to her, you can say to me first.” My dad’s right behind Alex. Alex’s lips tighten. He stops and pivots to face my father. “Okay.” He drags out the second syllable. “Don Giuseppe. I love your daughter—always have. And I think she cares about me, too.” My dad’s eyes narrow. I’m frozen, my legs rooted where I stand. “My daughter’s not dating a soldier,” my father says flatly.

I imagined myself as an invisible flower boy, following Dad every step of the way as I witnessed his happiness. … A month later, Joanna fainted as soon as she got out of bed. Dad panicked and quickly carried her to the hospital. After examining her, the doctor said, "Congratulations, Mrs. Carter. You're pregnant!" Dad covered his mouth and cried with joy. The moment I heard those words, I felt my body slowly fade away. I smiled happily. "Dad, I'm coming back to be your child again! This time, you have to take good care of me!"

"Poppy’s soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and gentle—how could she ever be the one provoking you? You're just using your dad being the mayor as an excuse to push her around!" ***