The Dad He Didn't Have To Be นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Is it because I don't have a real dad?” Tasha's heart clenched at his words. She hadn’t anticipated this moment—having to explain such harsh realities to him. She stroked his hair, trying to find the right words. “Sweetheart, you do have a real dad. Just because he isn’t with us doesn’t make him any less your dad.” Ethan fiddled with the blanket, his voice soft. “Then why isn’t he here? That lady said my dad couldn’t even afford her phone. Is my real dad poor?”

As we walked into another part of the house, he walked towards a seat and we both sat down, "Okay...let me tell you about me now. I left my dad because of his stupid habits of taking women and all that then after my mom died on the day they divorced. I was so heartbroken that at an early age, I had to pack my bags and leave. It's more like I lost contact with him and he never cared too." My ears itched and my face fell low, as I heard the words from his mouth. " I'm sorry about that, so why are you here?' I asked crossing my arms and adjusting my top. "I'm here just to create some bonding, I mean I don't even really know what I'm here for but whatever I'm here for should be of good not evil,

—his eyes move toward the kitchen—“people.” Adam laughs. Plopping down beside me on the bed, he runs his fingers into his dark hair. “Dad, Jaden isn’t exactly Cade’s type. You don’t have to worry about him. He isn’t around much, anyway.” Not his type? Not that I care, but why? Maybe because I’m five foot two, and the boob fairy ran out of material when she gave all the other girls theirs. “Good,” Dad says, straightening his tie. “I’ve got to jet. If you … need anything let me know, okay?”

Before l could say something more, she went on to say; Dad is in his forties Ash but he doesn't have a child of his own. This definitely hurts his pride as a man. The very reason l couldn't stand shameless mum. The poor must have been through a tough time when he discovered the truth.Now l came to think of it..... She paused for few seconds and resumed talking.....

no she should me mine I want her at any cost I'm ready to do anything to make her mine I should know more about her to make her mine dad : I think someone lost in their world me : nothing dad dad : don't think you can hide from me me : no dad dad : then me : I don't know why I was attracted to her dad : I think she is his girlfriend me : no she can't be his girlfriend I won't let her too she should be mine that's it dad : fine I will try to talk to her mom before that don't mess anything me : okay dad dad : concentrate on business and mafia more me : sure dad dad : make sure that all our members is alert because we can't loose anything me : I won't let you loose dad dad : I believe in you, t

The top buttons of my shirt undone enough to expose the swell of her breasts. “From Dad’s side. His mum was Lebanese. Adija Roshid. But Dad never knew his father.” Then her gaze dropped. “Perhaps that was why he never learned how to be a good father.” Something cold moved through me, instantly. Like ice slipping between my ribs. Memories of my own father settled ugly and sharp inside me. “Being a good father isn’t about having your father,” I said, my voice tighter than I intended. “Sometimes some people just can’t ever be good fathers.”

“I hate horror.” “I know. That is why I love watching them with you. You grab me so tight it’s basically free cuddles.” He tried to hide his grin. “You are impossible.” “I am irresistible.” “Same thing.” The press conference ended on TV, replaced by stock updates and dull news tickers. I sighed, nestling further into his lap. “You know,” I said quietly, “your dad did not have to do that.” “I know.” “But he did anyway.” “He did it for you. And a little for me. But mostly because he is tired of the drama.”

“He might be your father, but he could never have been your dad, sweetheart. I thought it was better if you didn’t know.” “We don’t need a dad,” said Owen, hugging her tightly. “You’re all we need, Mommy.” She kissed his head. “You boys are all I’ve ever needed. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this.” “Why couldn’t he ever have been our dad?” I asked.

He just loved playing. He was so much like Jake. Natural talent. Pure joy when he was on the ice. Watching him play was beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. One evening in October, we were having dinner when Alex asked the question I'd been dreading. "Mom, why don't I have a dad?" I set down my fork. "You do have a dad, baby." "But where is he?" "He's... far away. Living his own life." "Why doesn't he live with us?"

She quickly replied her eyes down not looking at any of us. Dad was quiet observing her every reaction.This man can also be screaming.He didn't even stop me when l was blurting those words.Nut l didn't care about any of them.You can call me selfish but l have not experienced what it means to have a dad in my life.l have this opportunity am not looking forward to miss it.There is no way am doing that.So l went a head and say; Dad doesn't have a wife and mum is also single.Why dont you guys marry and we be a happy family?