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He was responsible and talented, but never bragged or displayed any attitude, a truly wonderful boy. “At this rate, I fear you’re going to surpass me.” Jayden said with an adoring smile. “That’s not possible dad, you’re so old.” Adrian giggled, teasing his father a bit. “Was that a compliment?” Jayden huffed, playing along with his son. “Maybe.” Adrian said and burst into laughter when his father gasped and made a fake sad face. “Dad, is training in the Snowy Mountains difficult?” Adrian asked, he knew his father had spent seven years in a special training camp in the Mountains when he was young.

I said. My dad also nodded his head , “yeah. Madalynne.. just call us mum and dad already. Thank you for tolerating with Joseph. You are really the toughest one!” My dad joke. As I laughed, “Dad! I do not think that I was that bad? Am I?” I replied jokingly too. My dad nodded his head so quick, “you are the worst!” He said then he laughed out loud. “Woah , what am I missing here?” Emily chipped in as she walked hand in hand with Aaron.

Jared stood up, looking a bit nervous but also excited. “Hi, everyone,” Jared began. “This is my dad. He’s a CEO and a businessman.” He paused, his eyes flicking briefly to Jason before turning back to Pietro. “But I also want to talk about Pietro. He’s my mom’s boyfriend, and he’s also a CEO and businessman, and he helps me and my brother a lot. He takes us to fun places, helps with my homework, and he’s always there when I need him.”

When I got my first project payment, he was even more excited than I was. Our relationship grew stronger and sweeter after weathering that storm. One evening, the three of us were watching TV together. A parenting show was on, and one of the very put-together moms was complaining about how hard it was to raise kids. Felix watched for a bit, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Mommy, I think you're prettier than her." I smiled. "Why's that?" "Because…" He thought about it, then said seriously, "Because you're my mom. And also, when you're working, your eyes light up. Daddy says that's called having dreams."

Am a fuckin daddy to a five year old, this is so unbelievable. Robbie dropped the rest of the papers he was holding and pulled me in for a bro hug. "I can't believe this J, the boy looks exactly like you, am so proud of you." "Robbie," I called him three times just to make sure I wasn't dreaming and his replying to all my calls is what made me believe that I wasn't dreaming. This is real, Am A DADDY! * * * Arla's Pov "Goodbye sweetheart," I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next.

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

I smiled despite myself. “I need to stop at Yoda,” Mom suddenly announced. “What for?” “I need to buy pasta.” “We have three packs at home.” Dad said. “I know.” “So… why are we buying more?” “Because I want to.” Dad sighed dramatically. “Amanda, we’ve barely picked Sierra up.” “It’ll only take five minutes.” He shot me a helpless glance in the rearview mirror. “See what I live with?” I laughed. “Just drive, Tony.” With the long-suffering patience of a man who had clearly lost this argument many times before, Dad flicked on the indicator and took the next turn toward Yoda Mart.

I said. I grew up training in the headquarters. Back then, it was just starting to get the recognition it deserved. My father wanted me to be able to defend myself, so he'd worked hard to train me. Sometimes he'd do it himself; sometimes it was Jordan. Basically, Jordan raised me, if I may say. The man doesn't age at all. Back then, he was Papa's best fighter, since he'd served in the army prior. He hasn't changed one bit. He keeps to himself and only speaks when something is directed to him. Sometimes he's too quiet, but I learnt to adjust to that. I've just about talked his ears off my whole life; he's used to it.

~Brady~ I feel I lot lighter as I jog to class. It’s right down the hallway, so I don’t have far to go. I walk in and wave to Coach Martin. He’s shooting the bull with Colton and Grant. He was my dad’s best friend growing up and is technically my godfather. Uncle Dave and Tom were a year younger than them, so they put Adam in all of Dad’s classes as a safety measure. He comes from a long line of warriors and was one of the first lead warriors Dad instated. I just happen to be lucky that my gamma and beta are the same age as me.

Their pack dynamics were complicated anyway. “You can call him Ambrose. He isn’t their biological grandfather. Think of him as the old man who picked all of us up. Ambrose isn’t the most reliable caretaker, but he is loyal. As he aged, he grew more senile and crazy. Those weird things the boys talk about come from his crazy lectures. Ambrose often comes and goes like the wind. He loves exploring the wilderness and lives in the middle of a mountain, occasionally coming down to visit them. The boys grew up following his footsteps because Favian and I are busy with work.”