Streetlife

59 - Daddy Warbucks

DADDY WARBUCKS POV

"DADDY!!!" I hear my little girl, Antonia who was just six, scream as she runs down the giant marble staircase into my arms. This little girl was my pride and fucking joy and I got pleasure in spoiling the hell out of her. She was a sweet little thing, who I felt favored me a good amount with her long dark hair and eyes, and she was a tough child.

"Hey there, baby-girl! You missed me?" I pick her up as she wraps her arms around my neck and I kiss her soft cheek.

"I MISSED YOU TONS, DADDY! I MISSED YOU TONS! Can you stay tonight? Please say yes! Mama's making your favorite lasagna and rolls!" She grabs my face in her little hands and looks into my eyes as I smile.

"Yeah, well Daddy missed you too, and I can stay tonight."

"YAYYYYY! Can you play with my new dollhouse with me! Please? You promised last time!" I set her down as she takes my hand in hers.

"You know I will." I wink at her as she grins so wide at me. "But, I brought you some more things."

"REEALLY? WHAT?" She grins wide as I look over and see my wife enter the foyer. She's already in her Sunday best with the brand new apron I had just bought her last week. Her long black hair is pulled back in a low pony tail with wisps of it around her pink cheeks, just how I love it. She winks at me, and I smile back as I can't wait to hold her in my arms and make love her tonight.

"I'll show and tell you after church. Okay?"

"Okay, Daddy." She nods her head up and down as she jumps in place, squeezing my hand.

"Antonia, go get your brothers and tell them Daddy is home." Angelina says as she steps forward.

"Yes, mommy." She says letting go of my hand as she is back up the giant staircase. I look over at my wife as I grab her by her waist and kiss her cheek. "Everything okay, here? Good to see you, sexy mama."

"Yes. Breakfast is on the table." She laughs softly as I hand her my suit jacket and she hangs it up.

We both head into the kitchen and she pulls my chair out handing me a tray of my cigars and my lighter. Truth was not many people knew I was married and had children which was how I wanted it even though Angelina and I had been married for fifteen years she knew what I did. All of it and she didn't ask questions since I payed for her lifestyle. A lifestyle she enjoyed for she didn't have to lift a fucking finger.

I wanted it this way because I saw how hard it was for my own mother, and I vowed my wife would live a life of luxury, and she did. I knew she probably had a little man on the side but I told her if I ever found out they were in my bed I'd slit her throat. And she knew I fucking meant it. I didn't care that I slept with many women. Angelina was mine, and I only wanted her to be with me.

"Hi, Dad!" I hear my ten year old son Anthony say as he walks over and gives me a hug. Anthony was a good kid, rough like me, didn't take shit from anyone even at the age of ten and that's how I wanted it. He studied hard, got good grades for the most part and if he didn't he got a talk from me. He was tall for his age, with short, dark hair and freckles, and he always had a mischievous grin on his face.

"How you doing there?" I smile as I grab a piece of rye toast.

"Good."

"Good? Good? No you aren't doing good, Anthony. You got into two fights this week. Tell your father how you're suspended." She says as he groans and takes a seat as I sit back and puff my cigar for this was just like my son. It really was.

"Suspended, huh? For what now, Anthony? What happened this time?"

"For fighting, Micheal, Sr. I just told you." Angelina says as I turn to look at her and narrow my eyes as she backs down.