Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

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Daddy woke up hearing my voice in pain from falling out of bed. He got up and turned on the lamp which instantly made my eyes glare.

I was still in pain holding the side of my head that hit the floor. My blood was sighing, my heart was still pounding, and my face was soaked with sweat and tears.

"Why?" daddy asked, he hurriedly walked up to me, picked me up and put me back to the crumpled bed. "You crying?"

Unable to answer, I slammed into his arms. I realized that all I was having was a nightmare. But somehow, I was so sure that it wasn't just a dream. That bad feeling can't go out of my mind.

"Nightmare?"

Still unable to make a sound, I was only able to nod. And I was confused about the dream even though I thought about it: trying to make that confusing scene make more sense.

"What dream did you have to cry like this?"

"Oh, I'm confused."

"What do you remember?"

Silence for a moment, then shake. "Rape," I said. "But I'm confused. It was as if I was the one experiencing it, but on the other hand it wasn't me. But I don't know, like I'm experiencing, and like I'm also watching myself being raped. I'm confused."

"Maybe it's because you're too anxious, so get carried away to dreamland. Already, yeah. Don'tbeafraid. There's me."

Once again I nodded. Kuhela took a deep breath and glanced towards the wall clock. Half an hour five. "I'm going to the kitchen" I said.

"You want to cook?"

"Em, I need a mind-shift."

"No need, yeah. Wait five, we'll be out. We run early in the morning and get breakfast."

I think that's a good idea. I agree, except on the word morning run. I don't like to run, no matter what kind of marathon, jog, let alone sprint. I'm just gonna run in a pinch or trying to avoid something. Instead, I proposed a leisurely walk in the moments we were going out of the house.

"When I run, I don't go. I've been tortured enough for years of school and told to run in Sports subjects. I really don't like it."

Daddy looked at me sympathetically, then relented. "All right," he said. "We're walking around."

That's better. With our sneakers, jackets, and sportswear, we were ready to sneak in the early morning humidity that a few minutes ago was already reverberating. Up there, the moon still shines brightly, but soon I am sure it will be disguised as the day goes on.

"I'll carry you."

"really? Get to the house?"

"Yeah, if I can't, we'll book a cab online."

I chuckle at hearing it. "All right," I said, immersing my hand deeply in my jacket pocket. "But I'm sure, my husband will. My husband is strong. And that's what I was expecting."

"What are you talking about, Kejora? Hmm?" A smile on his handsome face.

I put a bad smile on him. "Just talk about something I missed. You, me and me."

He laughed. "I don't understand. What'sthat?"

"Not to talk about it if you don't understand. Do it later when it's time." Then I whispered, "I miss it."

Huh! The expression on his face was so funny that I was happy. I can get rid of those bad premonitions - even if only for a while.

"Me too" he said. "I miss making love to you."

Ck! That's very obvious, he. Haha!

"By the way," I said, "we'll find some hodgepodge, yeah."

"Aren't you not very fond? Why would you eat a hodgepodge?"

"It's nothing, anyway. I'm gonna learn to like it. What is important is that there are many. I want to get pregnant quickly."

Vod... Daddy's happy, he's chuckling. "Thank you, yeah. You've been very understanding. I'm happy, my little girl's thinking is so mature."

And I hope God gives me that opportunity: make me the mother of his child, and raise our child together.

Please, Lord.If I am a reborn man, do not equate my fate with events in the past. If not for me, at least give it to him. He's a good guy. Doesn't he deserve to be happy?

Aye, right?