You're Just Like Papa Novels & Stories

You're the Father who put me down You do not see my shape and appearance You love me with all your heart It's never been like this world. You're the Father who taught me Through the stormy blue sky You make me fly like an eagle Overcoming all trials. You are my good Father Understand the language of teardrop You don't let me walk alone As you are my good Father. ~ You are my good father === !!! === Diandra POV

He inquired, chuckling a little, the sound of which spoke of the hurt and disbelief in his heart, "You're not my father," I retorted Immediately in a hushed tone, my eyes conveying the gravity of my words as I stared at him with my eyes wide open, which made him chuckle again, as pain and hurt echoed in the sound, "You're just like your mother, who thinks they can buy their way through everything they want," he finally added, staring at me,

"I'm really fond of you, kiddo!" "Do you wanna be my dad?"

“Your man and your father are more similar than you think.” “Don’t say such things.” I gag. Just the thought of Maverick and my father being one and the same left me with a sour taste in my mouth. “They’re nothing alike.” “If you say so.” Uncle Jose chuckles, rubbing my head. “They say a little girl’s first love is her father, you know.” “Ugh. Don’t be disgusting.” “Sorry, sorry.” He says as my father reappears carrying clothes. “Looks like our conversation is over.”

He looked so much like me when I was just a little boy who clung to my mother. "He is your son"

My daddy. I feel so safe within his arms. The world can do me no harm. “Your mother is going to scold us both! You are covered in dirt!” “Swim!” I gleefully cry. “Swim, papa! Let’s go swim!” “I suppose we have no other choice.” He sighs. “You are like a little gopher, digging a burrow. You are covered in dirt!” I hiss in return, a feral snarl fixed on my little face. My hands like claws hanging in the air aggressively. “Badger!” I retort, my claws fighting back an invisible foe.

my father speaks " you and I, we're a lot more alike " "That's where you're wrong, father. We merely just share blood. I'm nothing like you. And deep down, you know it. All you're doing and have always been doing is looking for someone to pin your wrongdoings on, to put the blame of your misfortune on. I was the perfect victim, you showed me that at my younger age. You tore me apart before I knew what this cold world was all about and you never looked back. So you see, you and I are very different"

“Comme le père, comme le fils [Like father, like son.]” I pull them closer to me and give each of them a kiss on the forehead. I’m a father? These are my children? A whisper of a voice speaks from inside my mind and tugs at my attention. “Protect our pups.”

I never want anyone take ay I am just like my father, because trust me I am not if like that cruel man. “I am a man of my own and I am nothing like my father. He is a entirely different person and so am i. He was a cruel person that didn’t even care about the feelings of this close to Him and you say I am like him? Please do not remind me fo the past.” I snap at him.

It’s late they rub their little eyes groggily. “ Where are we going momma?” Gracie asks. “We have to go meet daddy baby,” I smile and say. In unison they both look at me holding Xavier. “Is that our baby momma,” Gracie asks excitedly. I start to laugh. “No peanut, this is Uncle Liam’s baby,” I reply to her curious self. She starts to twist her face into a pout then puts a smile back on her face. Tucker is still trying to grasp what is going on. As sensing the air he stiffens and puts an arm around his baby sister.