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Finally, it was over. The days went by longer than usual, perhaps because some waited for their big pay, while others looked forward to other sources of happiness. For some, it was their hate and fear of living among snakes that made their bodies recoil in disgust. “Dad, here! Have some fruit.” “Thank you, daughter. As expected, you are daddy’s padded jacket.” Father Hart stated, feeling pride swell in his chest whenever the family leaned and depended on him. Yes! This is how it should be.

I ask him. For a normal kid, it would probably be weird if they say they have never gone to visit the ocean, but this Echo Xerxes, fathered by Arthur Dominic Steinford and his chances of ever going to sea in general are rather slim, and honestly I wouldn't even be surprised if the kid has never touched sand. "Yes, once. When momma was alive," he mumbles. "Father never wanted to go with me after she died and I couldn't go with anyone else because they were afraid of him. Did you talk to him and ask if I could go with you?"

) Though she scolds me and slaps my arm, she does let go—to my great relief. “Se podría pensar que la Navy lo habría endurecido. Tal vez deberíamos haber insistido en que entrara en los Marines si se va a quejar por un simple abrazo.” (You’d think the Navy would have toughened him up. Maybe we should’ve insisted he go into the Marines if he’s going to complain about a simple hug.) Papá chuckles before pulling me into a bone-crushing hug—not quite as suffocating as Mamá’s, but still tight as hell.

I whispered. He exhaled, surprised, but hugged back. When we parted, he waved and left. Adrian took my hand again. “You okay? Hungry?” “I’m fine. Not hungry… yet.” We both laughed. I spotted my father and pulled Adrian toward him. The music and celebration still roared grandly. I pulled my father into a tight hug. He reached out and shook Adrian's hand. Adrian whispered softly, “Thank you… Father-in-law.” My father groaned. “Don’t call me that. Ever. It doesn’t suit me.”

Quinn blurts, pointing at me. Dad’s grin widens as he closes the distance between us. “Congratulations, son,” he says, clapping me on the shoulder. Then he surprises me by pulling me in for a hug- I can’t remember the last time this guy actually hugged me. I’m so shocked that it takes me a second to even realize what’s happening- by the time I do, he’s released his grip, stepping back. Quinn throws up her arms. “How are you not shocked by this?! Am I the only one?”

Hughes clears his throat and looks around for a moment before realizing he doesn't feel so weak anymore. The Alpha's lips tug up as he looks at Claudius. "Thank you, sweetheart!" Hughes said, gently cupping Claudius's cheek and smiling as he blushed. .... Hughes entered his office with his mates, his chest tightened and his eyes stung when he didn't see his father there. Being that he was here during the war, this is definitely something his father would attend. Claudius squeezed his hand and Hughes cleared his throat, pushing his feelings aside. Jeth quickly stood and bared his neck in respect to the Alpha.

he muttered hitting his palm on the steering wheel. He quickly drove to the rehab center and was glad to finally see his old man looking healthy and lively but was at the same time feeling a bit awkward. Since the death of his mother, his relationship with his father had gone downhill, he had always been at odds with him because his heart had been filled with so much anger for him, now he just stood watching his father, unsure of how to react, "won't you give me a hug?" His father whispered, tears misted in his eyes as he stared at Derek and guessed exactly how he was feeling.

My expression still caked in anger, I watched him walk slowly towards her, his arms outstretched like an invitation for a hug. It looked like he was trying to prove something. Just like he had bragged, he was on Sonia's best side, and I was the bad father. I was the proudest father on earth the second Sonia looked away from him, a blatant refusal to hug. He looked forgotten and irrelevant as he stood there, frozen. He must have been shocked that Sonia had done that. "It doesn't seem like it," Sonia turned to me. I sighed. "I was talking to this man here...,"

Now he knew why his father never allowed him to join the Mafia, cause he was weak and couldn’t handle pain. “Such a small dick you got there, oldie… Do you pleasure your wife with this little thing?” he teased, and laughter erupted in the air. Jade and Alex’s voices echoed through the room as they laughed at him pathetically. “Now help the weak man remove his clothes… Maybe the oldie needs to see how huge his son is. Who knows? His mother might prefer moaning to him than moaning to her husband.” He shrugged, and another laughter erupted in the air.

“Yeah, sure, old man. Ow Liam, where is he? We should get going already! I’m going to leave him behind, I swear.” “Son,” the father, calmly, was laughing. “Son, hey… Take it easy, okay? Are you missing me already? Is big bad boy Dion Hill missing daddy already? You don’t have to take it out on Liam.” “Ow, come on. Get a grip! And did you really have to say that out loud?” Like always, the father would laugh at his stubborn son. He pulled him by his elbow and tucked him right under his arm. He quickly embraced his son and let go. But Dion felt that that hug was not enough, he pulled his dad back and covered in him again.