You Re Not My Dad Novels & Stories

l felt anger and resentment towards whoever the person behind this. The drive from the hospital to our home was the worst l ever had. I always look forward to going home to meet my family but this time there was a knot in my stomach, unknown thorn in my heart too. I wasn't sure if l want to go. He wasn't there anymore to smile at me. To call me princess or queen. To tease me however he wants. Most importantly whom my kids are going to call dad again. The thought of them growing up without a dad made my heart ache even more. I wailed again. My dad could only sigh helplessly from time to time.

We walked slowly, and I threaded my fingers with Soren’s as he threaded his with Max’s, and it felt nice here, absorbed by the crowd of other unusual parties, colourful people in colourful clothes, gay and straight and everything in between. “You mentioned your mother,” Max said. “What about your father?” “I don’t have a dad,” I replied in a beat. “My dad is nothing but a blank space on my birth certificate.” “Sorry,” he said. “Don’t be,” I said. “I’m not.”

You don’t know us- me, for that matter. Serious as I was, I didn’t smile back, “My money, Dad!” “My son…I,” he said “My money, where is it?” “Mind how you talk to me, son. I`m your father.” I gave him a look. He should have seen himself. For a moment his right, he`s my father, not Dad. I don’t have a Dad; and a mom for that matter. They are my parents- mother and father. Someone should tell them what Mom and Dad is.

Max said and I rolled my eyes. "You're not my dad Max, I can't imagine if I have a dad like you." I commented and ran upstairs. "Hey.. I'm a cool dad!"

Dad presses his lips together, closing his eyes as if trying to conjure the words out of him. My heart races. What does he want to tell me? “I'm not your biological father.” The words dive straight into my heart, weakening my knees even more. I lose balance, almost falling to the ground but Dad…shit, he's not my dad? He stops me from falling. My lips quiver, my eyes sparkling with unchecked confusion, “What are you talking about, Dad? What do you mean?” Steadying me back to balance, he grips my shoulder, “I'm sorry I kept this away from you for so long. And I honestly considered you my son but…since it's gotten to this, I thought it's right to let you know.”

And i did. I did fucking cum It had my entire body vibrating so hard I thought I was going to pass. Fuck! This man just keeps getting better. He keeps learning my body more that I have learnt it. And he knows exactly how and what to do. My brain had completely gone foggy and completely wiped away with lost. I swear at the point if you had asked me to say a word I wouldn't. God have mercy, but when I told Micheal his father was better than him, I meant every damn thing. Every fucking word.

Her face is open and still and the question is sitting in it without armor. I owe her the real version. Not the version that makes me sympathetic. Not the edited story of a frightened boy making a hard choice. The full version, the one that does not flatter me, the one that is just true. I start at the beginning. "My father was not a safe man." I watch her face. She does not move.

I know it's selfish, but I'd be more selfish if I asked for more from the girl in my arms right now. We arrived at my house, and I also met the middle-aged man there. I don't know what happened, but he immediately hugged me. After Key left the house, I looked at the middle-aged man I've been calling—Dad—even though I don't think he ever thought of me as a child. "How are you, father? Has anyone done anything to dad all this time?” I exclaimed while looking at him who was sitting in front of me.

My fingertip runs over the image and my lips murmur, "Dad." I stare at the tiny picture of the honey-haired, blue-eyed, teenage boy for a while. I try to imagine what he looks like now—maybe the same if he's lucky. A football player. I wonder what he does now. I wonder if he has a family, what job he has, where he lives. He doesn't know about me. My mom told me that some time ago; "Your Dad, he doesn't know about you. Is that okay?" It was a casual conversation on a Sunday morning while we ate our newest sugary cereal and watched bad television. I didn't care whether he knew about me or not. Is it weird that I still don't? John Aymon is my dad, and that's nice to know, but I like the way thi

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