Daddy's Little Angel novel Chapter 32

After the morning incident, I took sweet time to reorganize the house to look less of a hotel and more like a home. But it still didn't come out the way I would have loved it to due to the ridiculous colours and furniture, but if I must say, I did a lovely job.

After such an herculean task, I decided that I needed some air, so I went to see mum who is, my grandma. I prefer calling her mum. I mean, I had called her mum for most part of my life it just stuck I guess, remembering it started on my first day of kindergarten when I needed someone to enroll me into school, we couldn't have my actual father enroll me now could we? Not when he himself was considered a minor at that time

So my grandmother stood in place of my mum. Having been the one who signed the adoption papers when I was found. Back then.

My father would always come pick me from school bearing lots of sweet gummy gifts...I wished I could go back in time to those beautiful innocent moments.

I still remember how people referred to him as my brother. I guess people just concluded that since the young boy always came to pick me up in place of mum, he was my brother. So we decided to go with the flow. I only called him dad at home.

It was an hilarious sight for my peers and embarrassing one for me the day he came to pick me from school and I told my homeroom teacher my dad was here, only for a lean muscled teenage boy to come into view. Little me didn't know the meaning of my words and the commotion it caused. My father had to explain to her that it was a pet name I chose seeing as he was the only male figure I had in my life at the moment.

I can still picture my confused and upset self stumping her feet in annoyance as I protested saying words like;

"But it true ! He is my dad! Mum said so!." Making my teacher and other kid burst in series of chuckles. My father had a smile on his face that day has he patted my head which I pushed away and ran out of the school crying. But now that I looked at it, I thought I was hurt, but my dad had hurt more.

Having stayed with him for so long, I know my dad isn't ashamed to call me his daughter though most people still believe I call him dad just because of the reason he gave but who cares? Realistically, I don't want to be related to him that way, be it as his daughter or sister, I want more.

At my arrival at my grandparent's place, Grandma was ecstatic to see me. I also was opportune to see my aunt and her kids. Honestly, I felt guilty, that I have became self conceited that I forgot about people that matter. I can't remember being there for my aunt during any of her pregnancies. I got sent pictures but I hardly kept in touch.

My aunt's kids are so adorably cute and interesting to be with to the point that the thought of having a mini Jack and me following me around sounded like a good plan.

Mum,aunt and I had a girls time out as we went on a full blown shopping spree and of cause filling each other in on the latest juicy gossip. I had more fun with them in little time spent together than I have had through the last three and half years of my life.

Through out our day out, it was strange that neither of them brought up the topic of either my dad or his plan of getting engaged soonest. Which made me a little wary and suspicious, but I decided to let it go for today, didn't want to ruin a day that was going perfectly well.

It was dark out by the time I made it back to father's home after so many insistent plea from my mum to stay over at her place which I refused.

Inside was dark and quiet, the light all switch off just like I left it, which made me assume my dad wasn't home thank God. I wasn't ready to deal with his brooding ass just yet.

I made my way to the room in the dark, not bothering to switch on the lights. I was about twisting the knob of my room's door when I felt firm hands on my shoulder which made me scream. Before I could act further , the lights were switched on and I realised that the person who almost gave me an heart attack was my father.

" What the hell was that for?!" I asked with a glare

"Where do you think you're going" he counters back with a stern face.

"That's it? That's all you wanted to ask? You couldn't switch on the lights before asking me that question like a normal person? You had to give me an heart attack?" I yelled.

"That's not the answer to what I asked young woman" he replied.

"Where else would I be going if not my room?" I asked confused.

"I meant where are you going after the stunt you pulled?!" He said this time with anger lacing his voice making me worried something bad had happened.

"What stunt dad? I am really tired, if this is another one of your games, Just cut it out okay? I'm too tired for this." I said as I made attempts to move into my room but he stopped me.

"You are not going any were until you tell me who told you it's cool for you to walk into my house and rearrange the whole place without my consent! I had to give some flimsy excuse to Nora as to why the house looks the way it is, which involved me covering for your sorry ass for the millionth time!! For goodness sake she doesn't even know you're back! So start explaining what got into your head right now!" He demanded

I turned to face him, looking him dead in the eye with a blank face. Then I began to speak.

Noticing that I might not say a word to him in responds to all he as said, he decided to speak.

It's been an eventful day for both of us, I guess we should call it a night. With this said, I heard him turn around heading for his room.

Dad...I eventually found my voice to say below a whisper, but he heard.

I heard the halt in his step and I turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me." I whispered, begging with my voice and heart that he looks at me. He did.

I had to gasp for air at the intensity of his stare.

"How do I forgive you when you haven't done any wrong? There's nothing to forgive. I was angry, but not at you, just with my self for failing as a father. I am trying to right my wrongs with you, but you have to be on the same page with me." He began to say

"I realised that the feelings I had for you were wrong, and I have gotten over them and moved on, you should do the same too. You're twenty one, you should think of settling down soon, mum would want that."

He persuaded.

"Is that what you want too?" I asked him.

" I want you to be happy" he said looking at me with an emotion I couldn't understand.

"You make me happy..." was all I said before entering my room without uttering another word.