Novel & Cerita Your Daughter Calls Me Daddy Too

Some of them even captured me sleeping. “Are you angry, mommy?” I dropped my phone and looked at my innocent and sweet daughter. I smiled at her. “No, pumpkin. Why would I?” “Really? You’re not angry that I’m borrowing your phone?” I shook my head. “Of course not.” ‘Then…” She trailed and grinned innocently. “Can I call Pierce daddy?” My heart almost jumped out of my ribcage. “Huh?” “Mommy, I want him to be my daddy. He’s so nice. Please, marry him.”

she smiled cutely and said, "Thank you, Daddy" I froze after hearing her. Shit! Did she call me Daddy? My god, now I doubt my decision on claiming her later. I asked, "Who taught you this?" She pout and said, "Jenny said she calls Jame Daddy." I cursed, "Shit! Midget.". Ian chuckled and said, "Like you don't like it". Before I say anything Jade pulled gently Ian's ring earnings and said, "You too have one" he smiled wide at her and said, "Of course" now she poked his dimples with her forefingers and said, "Why is this so beautiful on you?" We both laughed. She traced Ian's lips and implored, "Why is your lips plumper than mine?" With a little pause she continued, "God! You have the same mole

Cecilia’s POV “That’s my daughter,” Father said proudly, his eyes on Eva before he cast me a dismissive glance. “Apologize to Eva and your mother, Cece. You’ve upset them again.” Eva’s expression changed the moment no one else was looking. The warmth vanished. Her eyes gleamed with quiet mockery, as if daring me to expose her right there at the table. Growing up, Eva’s favorite game had been comparison. My quiet nature against her bright charm. My reserved manners against her effortless social grace.

"Ella Lazy..." Seeing Ramma Aubrey suddenly hug her, confusing her. "What's wrong with dad?" Ramma Aubrey is still holding her baby and hearing one more word "dad" makes her heart even more warm. Seeing the happy baby burst out saying: "Son, you can call me daddy!" Ella Lazy also just noticed now, she called him with baa, the sound of dad but she couldn't call it, finally called out... Ella Lazy also noticed at this time, she called him by baa, the sound of three that she could not call out, finally called out.

Yes, I just want to find a partner who is sure, who is well-established, who has a job and is ready to support Queeniera and I in the future. When calling my daughter often what is asked is the figure of daddy. Yes, at the age of only 3 years, between knowing and maybe forgetting the father figure that is remembered in his brain memory. "Mom buy a new Daddy please." Or, "It's good, Aziz is always sent to school with Daddy and Queeniera's mother when Mom."

she replied respectfully. “I don’t want you to call me that anymore! You are my daughter, not my servant,” he smiled warmly at her. “I, I wouldn’t know what to call you then,” she bit her lip. “Just call him daddy like we do,” I nudged her. She looked surprised. “Daddy,” she whispered as though she was getting herself used to the sound of it. “Daddy’s little girls,” Angelica giggled. “Make me proud! I don’t want to lose either of you. I wouldn’t be able to handle it,” my father said as he pulled us into his arms.

"I am a little, Ally." I closed my eyes tight to avoid looking at him. I finally did it, I confessed to Ally. One down, one to go. "Look at me, baby girl. I always knew you are a little." I heard him say making me open my eyes. "Really, how?" I asked. "I am a daddy, Nic." he replied. I stared at him for a while. He is a daddy, but he can't be my own daddy. That made me pout. "What's causing the pout, little miss?" Daddy asked. DID I JUST CALL HIM DADDY!!!

I won’t ever forget the moment she shared her favorite cake with me. I guess the goddess isn’t that cruel because she has given me something I never imagined I would ever have. Hearing my daughter call me 'Daddy' because she knew I was her father. It was a bittersweet experience. For me to hear that word I have longed for such a very long time only to be unsure if I would be able to hear it ever again.

“When Daddy returns to the hospital, you have to give me a video call. You must not lie to me.” “Mm-hmm.” “Here is a hand heart for Daddy. Muak!” The little girl smiled sweetly, pouted her teeny mouth, and blew me a big kiss. “Baby, let’s end the video call. Daddy will go to the hospital now.” “Bye, Daddy!” After talking to my daughter on the phone, my mood was lifted considerably. Now, the only thing that could make me happy and feel kingship was my daughter. Kester’s POV:

Then she lifted her cum-smeared face from her mother's pussy, a look of triumph spread across it. "How was I, daddy?" she asked, turning to look at her father. "Am I fun to fuck, too?" "You're just wonderful," Bob Adams told his daughter, hugging her to him. "If you like, you can start sleeping with your mother and I." "Oh, daddy, thank you, thank you," she cried, bursting into tears as she threw herself into his arms. "And thank you and John, too," she said, turning to hug Kelly. "You've taught me so much."