You're Just Like Papa Novels & Stories

Oh, Dad, what have you become? "Well, well," he drawled. I shivered, feeling like a mouse caught in a trap. "Looks like your little show is over, son."

Papa spoke, eyes almost twinkling against the dim yellow light of our living room. "How did you know?" I asked again. I'm genuinely curious. Papa hasn't told me about their 'love story'. "Well, she wasn't like other women I've been with." My brows furrowed at that. Mom is really beautiful. I've inherited some of her features like my hair, skin and facial form. Papa said I looked like a younger version of her. "You see, honey...when you like a flower, you pick it from its stem. But if you love a flower, you'll cherish it, water it every day and make it grow beautifully. Your love will make the flower bloom."

🎶 You're beautiful, baby, from the outside in Chase your dreams, but always know the road That'll lead you home again Go on, take on this whole world But to me you know you'll always be My little girl 🎶 Song by Tim McGraw Chapter 34 "Yello papa" she greeted in an overtone, waving at her grinning father through the screen, she missed her father, it has been so long she talked to him even though it was only a few days ago.

Later… Twilight POV “Mama, me dweamed weiwd dweam.” “What was it about?” I asked while tucking her in. “I dweamed saw Papa yestewday. He looked lot like me or me looked lot like him. But he was vewy tall like a giant.” “Honey, that wasn't a dream. Your papa was here yesterday just before you fell asleep.” “Oh.” “Do you want to see him again?” “Maybe. Can I tomowwow?”

“Then I guess we’ll see who survives this little reunion.” The guards close in, and my heart beats fast against my ribcage. "I am your father, look at you. You are turning out just like me. A ruthless savage. ooohh daddy is so proud." Micheal coos.

"You know what? You're just like your fucking father. You take and take, but never do anything for me. Go to your room. I don't want to see your fucking face for the rest of the day. Maybe when you learn to man up just a little bit you can have some food, but no dinner for you tonight."

Stuti said to calm the situation like every time. Sometimes I think she is her daughter and I'm adopted one here. She is the perfect girl material for my mother. "Yeah, sometimes I think you're my daughter and the one whom I have given birth to is nowhere near me," Mumma said. I'm glad I'm not like you, Mumma. I am not a submissive like you with old thinking. "Ok ok now stop this and you both go to your rooms. You must be tired." papa said to end the drama and it worked.

He shoved Jay away and went upstairs alone. "Why are you talking so much now?” Jay called out. "I guess I’ve outdone myself!" Jenson snapped. Jay’s face darkened from Jenson's retort. Grandpa laughed and said sarcastically, “Like father like son.” Jay was so angry that he almost smashed Jenson’s robot. Grandpa hastily stopped him. “Don’t do it. This is Jenson’s mommy. If you touch his mommy, your son said that he’ll do the same to yours.”

"You're just like your father. Stubborn as a mule." The comparison stings, cutting deeper than she probably intended. I miss him so much sometimes it feels like drowning. Miss his terrible jokes and the way he'd ruffle my hair when I was stressed. Miss having someone who understood my need for independence without making me feel guilty about it.

Then, they said together, “We’re going to perform stand-up comedy today!” Marcus said, “I bet all of you must have seen these words carved on my forehead. Why, you may ask? Because I am always very arrogant and these words are to remind everyone that they are all pathetic jerks.” Cain continued, “They say, ‘like father, like son’, but in my case, it’s ‘like son, like father’. Since my son has the words ‘pathetic jerk’ carved on his forehead, I can’t let him indulge in the glory himself, so I’m joining the bandwagon and have these words ‘father of the pathetic jerk’ carved on my forehead too.”