Pokémon Ash Dad 소설 & 이야기

I shoot daggers on Asher whose head lowered in respect or shame I didn't know. "Mom bring him inside.We have-"I took a deep breath."We have a confession to make."I said looking directly into his eyes who shot his head up. Mom signalled him to follow her who quietly trailed behind her . "Hello I am her father Henry Collins thanks for saving my daughter for a reason even I don't know."Dad breathed a laugh forwarding his hand for a shake. "Hello Mr. Collins I am Asher Black."He shook his hand with my Dad.His face reddened.

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

And that same maddeningly attractive face that had haunted my dreams, and I had visualized between thighs, now stood before me. Wearing a simple t-shirt that accentuated his sculpted muscles and paired with trousers, he could easily outshine any supermodel with just a single glance. I had to hold my breath so that the gasp didn't slip past my lips. "It's my daughter, Evelyn." Dad's voice made his lips part in what I could identify as astonishment. "Wait really?" He asked, looking heavily dumbfounded," She was so little then." Yeah, little but still capable enough to imagine your gorgeous face while masturbating......

As I wrapped him, I remembered the last words Ash spoke while he was still conscious. That evening, Ash's body was already turning cold. He was shaking from the pain but refused to cry. He gripped my fingers and asked: "Mommy, is Daddy on his way? He promised to teach me to run under the moonlight. I want to learn so I can show him." I told him, "Daddy will be here soon." But Kael never came. Ash died waiting for the father who had promised to teach him to run. After I finished wrapping him, messages from Kael flooded my phone — "How's Ash doing?" "What did the Elder say?" "Why aren't you answering?"

Suddenly Dad said, grabbing all of our attention. "Remember the attack on Alora.... I have found the culprit behind it." He said and for some reason, I felt Asher's face getting pale and he looked anxious. Ever since he came here, he did not say anything to me because my Dad remained next to me all the time and didn't leave me alone for a single second. I am grateful to him for that. Dad Suddenly looked at Asher, "You know who I am talking about, don't you?" "I am sorry, I don't get-"

I greeted back with a happy smile, " Congratulations, dad! It seems like Asher deserves a treat from me." My dad stated too fast, " Of course! Treat him well, baby girl. He is a gem. I can see that in his eyes. Well, Dad is gonna hang up now. Someone has come for meeting. Love you." I replied back growing a little worried in the thought that my dad started liking Asher already, " Love you too.." I hang up the phone and heard Blake's voice while getting up from the bed,

Asher squealed and jumped on his father's lap, happy he made his dada proud. Aaron taught this same process to his Baby for another month so that Asher will remember it and he checks it every now and then to make sure his Baby still remembers the process. ●●●● Asher quickly starts doing what his dad thought of him. He remembers everything but struggles a little with the numbers but eventually he does succeed in a second try and call his daddy. "Hello?" "D-Dada..." Asher cried.

"I wonder what they'll say when you're not at my side." Asher snorted, a quiet sound that I had almost missed. In the depths of his golden eyes, there was more than a hint of amusement. "You're excited for them to challenge you." He stated, as it wasn't a question. A giggle escaped my lips, followed by my dad's raspy chortle. "Of course, she is. Didn't hesitate to piss you off, even before you met." He grinned, and the sight made my chest flutter. This was the happiest dad had been since mom was killed. Grandma was forcing him to leave the house, and even with his injured leg, walking was getting just a tad easier. He was making friends--rebuilding his life that had once crumbled.

My eyes burned as I screamed, “Ethan! How dare you? My father is a martyr. If you touch his ashes, all of you will pay the price!” Ethan paused, then let out a mocking laugh. “Nora, I told you this act is pointless. When we married, your father said he was a security guard.” He opened the urn. The gray‑white ashes scattered across the floor. My world shattered. “Dad…” I fell to my knees. Blood seeped from the skin where I hit the ground, but I felt nothing. My shaking hands tried to gather the ashes, but they slipped through my fingers. “Dad… Dad…”

Ambrose would be babysitting the newborn shifter, but they would not engage the helper on the days he could not. Some vocabulary choices were banned. For instance, the children had to start getting used to calling Richard “dad” or “father” while they had to call Ambrose by his name. Favian refused to be called “uncle”, so they settled for “big brother” or “Mr Beowulf”. Things like shifting and transforming were strictly banned. Ludwig asked about sniffing the lady helper, and Richard quickly banned the action even if it was merely a greeting.