Tanjiro Dad Dance Novels & Stories

Mom said in a nonchalant tone. “Besides, we already have a deal,” said Dad happily as he scooped up more rice. He raised both hands in surrender. “Fine! But I won’t allow myself to miss dancing with our princess, okay?” That made me smile and nod. Nobody in this family has ever made me feel like I’m not their true blood.

" Mom screamed, earning laughter from others. I took the flower from him, and he stood then bowed, offering his right hand to me while the other was on his back. "Can I have this dance, Lady Lyza? " "Bobby, you are the best. ' Mom screamed again, and I giggled while Uncle Bobby laughed. "Yes, My dad is the best. " Tommy joined in. I place my hand on Uncle Bobby's outreached hand, expecting to do a waltz dance, but I laugh when hip-hop music plays. Everyone laughed when Uncle Bobby danced like a chicken scratching his leg on the ground. "Sorry, I don't know how to dance. " He apologized, swaying his hip.

He infuriates me further. My father used to say the same thing. I was big into tap dancing as a child. I begin to slowly shuffle my shoes. “What are you doing?” He steps out of the office. “Step shuffle jump, step shuffle jump, step shuffle jump.” I say as I tap out a buffalo step. “Wyatt stop!” I perform a quick high stepper dance for him. His face shows a slight amount of amusement when I finish.

“Thank you, Dad.” “You are my precious girl,” he murmured, and I rested my head gently against his shoulder, savoring the moment. A soft clearing of someone's throat interrupted us. I lifted my head and turned, only to find Uncle Pedro standing there, his gaze fixed on me. “May I have this dance?” he asked. “Oh, Pedro, yes you can.” my dad said with a knowing smile, releasing me into his care. “Of course,” I replied, my voice softer than I intended. Seeing him always brings joy to my heart and wow he looked so handsome being this close to me.

Then Dad steps forward, offering his hand. “Can I steal my daughter for a dance?” Caden releases me, but not without a wink and a butt squeeze (the heathen), and I laugh as I turn to my dad, who takes me gently into his arms like I’m still ten years old. “You ready, sweet girl?” “I’ve never been more ready.” The music changes. It’s soft, old-school. Classic dad-daughter vibes. But somehow it hits like a freight train.

“Make it quick. The dancing will start in ten minutes, followed by cake-cutting and dinner.” He walked away, and I rushed over to my dad, seated at a table with Josh’s parents. Although most of Eros’s employees from Krypton were there, there was no sign of Josh or Jordynn. Weren’t they invited? I ignored the curiosity and made my way to my dad. This was the only time I had with him. After the dance, there would be the cake-cutting, followed by dinner. Eros wouldn’t wait a minute. Aunt Charlene joined us as I pulled out a chair and sat beside Dad. “Did you take your medicines, Dad?”

We continue to dance and smile as the song plays. A few dances later... "Now, I'd like to invite the bride and her dad for the father-daughter dance," the MC announces. "You're not going to start crying because of this, are you?" I tease my dad, knowing how emotional this song always makes him. "No," he sniffs. "I'll be okay." "Are you sure? Because the part that always gets you is coming up," I jest, trying to lighten the mood. "Yes, I'm sure," he says, holding back his tears.

I danced with my dad, then with Stavros’ grandpa. “My bastard son is lucky to have you,” he exclaimed. “If I’m younger, I will not let the time just fly by without marrying you,” he teased, and then he laughed at his jokes. “Don’t embarrass the poor lady, old man!” Stavros’ dad remarked. “Will you dance with me, Alessandra?” he asked as he stretched his hand. “Sure,” I replied as I took his hand, and we danced.

The old man said and smiles at me which I find now super creepy. Fuck! Even if he gives me all his assets I still don't want to be his boy for a month. I don't need his money. Until now, I still have the black card that Luciano gave me and I can use it and spend it whenever I want. I didn't use the black card though and instead of living like a rich kid, I did a part-time job as a waiter here in La Lena Cafe. I’m trying to live my life as simple as I can be. I want to experience a normal teenager’s life. I want to spend all the money that I really worked for. I don't know but I feel an insurmountable joy and happiness at the thought that I am using my hard-earned money and it's not coming fr

It was like a juggling act. “Eat up that protein,” Gia insisted, wanting to see us empty our plates. I smirked at that. “I’ll give you protein tonight during my victory dance.” Gia flared her eyes and blushed. “Kian . . . not in front of the kids.” “Dad . . . what’s a victory dance? I never see you dance.” Blaze waited expectantly for my answer. “And you never want to,” Gia was fast to quip. “Don’t listen to your momma; she can’t get enough of my dance moves.” I flashed a look at Gia, wiggling my brows suggestively.