Tamod Ni Daddy Mga Nobela at Kwento

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Nandini scoffed at her conscious “he loves you he dern these feelings ….you are becoming obstinate now. ” “I need to go” Insouciantly she waved her thoughts “Running takes you nowhere..” “he has to reply!” Nandini saw Dammy and heaved a sigh looking at the stubbornness “This boy is a turophile and chocolate connoisseur!” 'Dammy Baby Momma is going to your DAD, wanna come?” She fakely asked and he ran and jumped in her lap.

The toddler started adorably. "Mommy, thank you for telling me the truth about my daddy. It came late but I forgive you, Mommy. I am happy I have a daddy and it's Uncle Damian. I love you. Don't cry anymore. Please give me a hug now," Daisy comforted her mother.

“Who’s your, Daddy?” Keatton stopped sucking his left nipples as he spoke. “Damon. Damon Karsyn is my Daddy,” “Does Daddy taste good? How were my nipples taste like?” “Your chocolate nipples taste like heaven. It brings me a new sensation and horniness that I haven’t felt for a long time. You taste good, Daddy,” Keatton said, looking narrow at the man in front of him.

“Daddy, it’s a tattoo, and it stays hidden with most clothing.” “You’re too wild like your mother.” I watch as my mum nudges him offended. “I told you not to let them be around the bikes, and biker guys. You turned her into this.” My mum argues back. My dad looking at it while shaking his head. Damon moves and he climbs out the pool and walks over, his eyes glancing to it. I watch as his smile turns to a grimace. “Shit.” His word quiet, but not quiet enough, my dad looks at him. “No denying that is a tattoo.” He laughs and walks off, my dad shaking his head.

At that point, Alice heard them and approached them. “What? Is Lenie the star in his eyes again? Oh, never mind. Alexis, I’m trying my best. But he’s still like that. I wish I hadn’t booked a ticket to Davao if he’s not going to acknowledge me as his mother,” Alice said. Alexis understood her somehow. “Don’t be sad about that. The important thing is that you’re with the child. I’m still Tito Pogi to him. I can’t even tell him I’m his father,” Alexis replied.

Not today. I took a slow breath and forced my thoughts to shift. I thought about my father’s voice. The way he used to call my name. The softness in his eyes when he lifted me up. The way he held my hand when we crossed the street. He always said he loved me more than anything. I had never doubted that. I thought about his smell, the warmth in his hugs, the small jokes he made to distract me when I was sad. I thought about my mother too, the way she sang while making dinner and how she looked at Dad like he was something good in her life. I held onto those memories until they formed something steady enough to stand on.

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.

He stomped his feet in discontent, asserting, "I want Mommy. I only need Mommy. Mommy will do anything for me without hesitation." Daniel forcefully pushed his father out of the room and, with an angry finger pointed at him, declared, "Daddy is a bad guy." With that, the little boy slammed the door shut. Once the door was closed, Daniel climbed onto the bed, panting. He sighed and curled up in the quilt, his small body heaving from exertion. All he wanted was his mommy. People often praised his daddy, but he couldn't find his mommy anywhere. He wasn't even allowed to mention her.

Sarah, Lona’s best friend, shook her head in disbelief while sipping her iced tea. Lona let out a soft, breathy laugh—the kind that sounded playful but carried a sharp edge of mockery. "I know, right? Mom says this one is different. Apparently, he’s younger, 'fresher,' and most importantly... supposedly gorgeous." Noah, who had been distracted, stopped what he was doing and frowned. "Younger? How young? Don't tell me he’s our age, Lon. I’m not down to have a father-in-law who still spends his nights playing Mobile Legends."