You're The Best Dad Ever Mga Nobela at Kwento

She asked. The best ever mum. I really made the best choice of marrying this man. Am happy mummy. So that l don't believe it sometimes. I responded. I see it honey. In fact we all see and thank God for it. Your happiness is our happiness too. She spoke. Ahhh Mr. Gavin also said the exact words the other day. I told mum. Really may be because we all love you. She replied. And l love you all back. We all smiled after my words.

The quiver in it, the desperation behind it, the denial lacing it. Everything. “Dad…stop pretending to be asleep. You are a morning person, remember? You hate sleeping too much.” She digs her nails in the glass. “Daddy…you promised to never leave me alone. You said you are not her, right? You are not irresponsible like Mom, not cruel like her, or as heartless. You are…you are my dad. My best friend and everything. Best friends do not go to sleep without notice, so wake up! Wake up, Dad!”

“Paige, why does Alba make you wait so long? “It’s so weird. Whenever I visited him in the past, regardless of how busy he was, he would immediately come over to accompany me. “He treats me really well, so I thought he’d treat you even better since you’re his biological daughter…” She smiled sweetly while looking good. She was the type of daughter that adults liked. I did not want to look bad in front of others, so I mirrored her sweet smile. “It’s fine, I can wait for him a bit longer. After all, he’s my biological dad, and blood is thicker than water. I’m not like someone who doesn’t have any blood relation to him. Her life would be over if he chose to ignore her for a day.”

My voice rose with incredulity, echoing the disbelief churning inside me. As I grappled with the staggering revelation, I struggled to make sense of it all. "Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this," I continued, my words tinged with incredulity. "I mean, no one ever did because my dad was so shocked when he heard." The memory of my father's stunned reaction only deepened my confusion.

“I am sorry. You know you are the best. I just got a little excited seeing Grandpa.” “Of course I know that. I am the best,” she prided. “And me, what am I?” my dad said beside us, jealous. I lifted my gaze and chuckled. “You are also the best. And I love the both of you so much.” He wrapped his arms around us in a group hug. “We love you too, honey.”

My Dad explained his fearful mood that had darkened his thoughts. “Dad! Knock off with that bullshit, right now! Ever since Mom left, you’ve always made sure I was warm at night, clothed in the day, and had food in my tummy. I’ve never wanted anything, and I love you for that. And since you’ve lightened up over the last three years, you’ve always been there when I needed to talk. Always! I guess I'm hanging around here because you’re my best friend. Okay?”

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

Now I was nothing but an employee and his daughter's best friend to him and whatever it was that happened between us was already long forgotten by him. It made me wonder if he regretted sleeping with me that night and much to my dismay, I felt a part of me hurt when I had that thought. I mentally scolded myself immediately. I was with Aiden and I was happy. I shouldn't be fawning over my best friend's dad who definitely had a line of older and more achieved women at his beck and call. So whatever it was that we had that fateful day was long gone and it was time I moved on too.

Dad said in a firm tone. “ You…” I smiled, encircling his waist with my arms. “ You are the best father right now. ” “ Is this because I agreed? ” “ No. ” I shook my head. “ it’s because you love me. ” “ Always, my daughter. ” He sighed, embracing me with his warm arms. “ I love you too, my Dad. Always. ” I whispered, barely holding the stupid hot liquid from dropping out of my burning eyes. He pulled away, his hands grabbing my wrists as he looked down. “ I am going to be a Grandfather. ”

"Tessa, meet my dad, Julian Anderson, and dad, meet Tessa, the best friend I wouldn't stop blabbering about." She smiled, gesturing between her best friend and her father. Her dad? Tessa's brows pulled together in confusion. A million questions swarmed her thoughts. There was no way this Greek god in front of her was Maribel's father. No way. She was still wallowing in doubt when the myth about him struck her, and she instantly believed it.