Sharing My Daughter Novels & Stories

I sighed, and he looked at me with disbelief. “She is my daughter, I know her better than anyone,” he said, and I scoffed. “Really? Do you know she enjoys morning walks and painting? That she sings when she washes dishes, and that she despises beets?” I said, and I looked at myself as if I were talking about another person. “Yes, Sir… she stopped sharing things when she felt you didn´t care… Now, it is your time to show her she matters,” I said, and turned around.

A father fights his reaction to his daughter's body. Enjoy.. ***** I can tell you when and how it started. What I can't say is why. I will never understand it but I can at least try to explain it. My daughter Christina and I have always been close. When she was growing up I taught her to play softball and she taught me compassion. After her mother and I divorced Christina stayed with her mother but I had her on weekends. She was my only child and I adored her.

"So, we need to stop seeing each other, right? That's what this means?" "Not really," she said, looking up at me. Her eyes were full of a pain that matched mine. "I will always be here for you if you need me. As a friend." "But that is not what I want!" The words burst out of me. "All I want is to be close to you. To love you. To be with you. Not as a friend." "I want that as much as you do, Leo," she whispered. "But Maya. What is the point of having a company, a life, if my own daughter hates me? Please, try to put yourself in my shoes."

Running to Daddy to tell him she couldn’t treat me, she was sorry, his daughter was beyond her expertise. Fine. She wanted to play professional? I’d burn the profession down around her ears. “Can I tell you something about my father?” I dropped my voice low. Intimate. Girlfriend-to-girlfriend. Like we were sharing secrets over cocktails. “Of course. This is a safe space” Her pen came up again Sweetheart, you have no idea.

I let her vent. "I am so sorry," she said finally. "I did not mean to dump all of this on you." "You are not dumping. You are sharing. That is what we do." She smiled again and this time it was brighter and way warmer. "You are such a good daughter," she said. "I do not tell you that enough." "You tell me all the time." "I should tell you more." We sat in silence for a moment. The air was soft and warm and full of something that felt like healing.

"Aww, Daddy, I love you. I don't wanna share you, either." "I dunno. Maybe a little playing with Tom and Tyla would be okay sometimes, since they're pretty special friends of ours now." "Yeah, that sounds good. Since Tyla told me they want to come back next week." Rex laughed. He wasn't surprised. He was pretty sure the other father and daughter had the same feelings about sharing, but as long as he had his precious Keri everything was going to be just fine. ********************** New Story Title: A DAUGHTER'S DREAM

Something more unsettling than either. He stopped four feet away. "That's my daughter," he said. "I know." Her voice was calm. "I took it at her school three weeks ago. She was in the yard during afternoon break. She was teaching another girl how to do a cartwheel." "You took a photograph of my child at her school." "I take photographs of families." She said it simply, as though it required no further explanation. "Beautiful families. Intact ones that stay together despite everything." She looked at the photograph. "She looks like you. Around the eyes."

I was standing in my own home… And somehow, I was the one who didn’t belong. I nodded slowly. “Okay,” I said, my voice betraying none of what I felt. I turned before they could see anything else. Before my face gave me away. Before the tears I was holding back decided to fall. And as I walked into the kitchen… My hand moved back to my stomach. It was still there. Still real. But suddenly, it didn’t feel like something I could share anymore. A few minutes later, I returned with a tray and food for Caroline, Adrian’s ex.

The plague was gradually being contained, and trade routes across the continent were reopening. "Mom, I want to change my last name," Lyra suddenly said. I was taken aback. "Change your last name?" She nodded. "Yes. I don't want to be a Dwyer anymore. I want to have the same last name as you and Grandma Raina." "But why?" "Because I'm your daughter. Dad may have given me half of my bloodline, but you gave me my entire life. It was true in our previous lives, and it's true in this one too."

Bianca continued, wiping her face with the back of her hand in a gesture that was almost childlike, "or being overly dramatic, or just looking for problems where there aren't any. But I'll be honest with you, Monique—I can share anything. My time, my money, my home, my secrets. But my daughter? No. I cannot share my daughter. She is the one thing in this world that is purely, entirely, irrevocably mine." She paused, drawing a shaky breath. "You needed to see the way she was yesterday while playing with all the toys he gave her. The smile on her face—Monica, I have never seen her smile like that. Not on her birthdays, not on Christmas morning, not even when I took her to Disneyland for the fi