Daddy's Boy by RoosterandPig

Author:RoosterandPig
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: romance gay
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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I pulled up in front of the house where Stella lived and sighed. I was sorely tempted to turn around and head back home, even though I desperately wanted to see her, but before I could do just that, I heard the door open. The screen door slammed, and a loud squeal pierced the silence of the neighborhood.

“Daddy!”

I pasted a smile on my face and turned to look at Stella, my little girl, as she raced down the driveway toward my car. Her sun-streaked, light brown hair flowed out behind her head like a waterfall. Her little pink skirt whipped around her thin, buttercream-colored legs as she ran toward me, a wide smile on her face. My false smile quickly morphed into a real one, and I yanked out my keys, quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, and climbed over the door of my car. I bent down and held open my arms to welcome her into my embrace.

“Hey, Petal,” I said with a sigh as I inhaled the scent so uniquely Stella. It wasn’t the smell of baby powder as it had been when she’d been an infant; this was the sweet smell of innocence, sunshine, and purity. I felt it wash over me and push back the inky blackness that had begun to pull me under the surface of my grief, despair, and hopelessness.

“I didn’t know you were coming, Daddy,” she said, easing back to stare at me accusingly.

I grinned. “I know. If you knew I was coming then it wouldn’t have been a surprise!” I remarked, tapping the end of her nose.

She gasped, and her hazel eyes lit up. “I like surprises, Daddy!”

I nodded. “I know you do, Petal.”

I stood up and took her hand, looking up and noticing my friends, Amanda and Tim Merrill. I waved at them and smiled, chuckling when they motioned me inside the little yellow house.

“C’mon Daddy,” my daughter told me. “Mama Mandy made peach cobbler this morning!”

“Did she?” I asked. “Well that was really nice of her.”

Stella rolled her eyes as only a seven-year-old could and shook her head. “Daddy! It’s Thursday!” she said, exasperated as if that explained everything.

“And is Thursday a special day?” I asked, my eyebrows lowering.

“I get my medicine on Thursday so Thursdays are peach cobbler day!” Stella sounded really excited, and I felt guilt grip me so hard I almost crumpled with it. As it was, I bent forward and gasped for breath.

“Daddy? Are you okay?”

I couldn’t respond, so I merely nodded my head, waving my hand at her to go inside. My lungs hurt as I tried to breathe, my vision went gray, and every cell and muscle in my body was trembling.

“Go on inside, Stella. Your daddy just got overexcited about seeing you, and he can’t catch his breath.” I heard Amanda’s voice from over my head, and I wanted to thank her, to agree with her and assure Stella I was okay, or that I would be okay, but all I could do was continue to try to breathe.

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