Aribelle (BWWM)

3. Daddy

Daddy, are you out there?

daddy, won't you come and play?

daddy, do you not care?

is there nothing that you want to say...

                                          - Coldplay

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Aribelle

 I jumped down from the passenger seat of the truck and shut the car door closed using all of my strength. I stood still for a while, staring ahead at the huge house before me in awe.

"This is your new home Aribelle. Do you like it?" My new dad said from behind me. I turned to look at him and smiled, "It's really big. Does anyone else live here?"

"No, just me and now you." He grinned with my bags in his hands. "Come on, let me show you to your new room. I had it designed for you."

I took his free hand in mine and followed him into the house. It looked even bigger on the inside. I looked all around the house, my mouth open in disbelief. We made our way up the stairs, our hands still intertwined together.

"Alright, this is your room. You're foster mom told me how much you like the color purple, so I worked with my favorite interior decorator to design this room for your arrival."

Oh! My! God!

"This is my room?! The whole thing!" I squeal in excitement as I jump onto the bed.

"Yeah, it is." He laughed watching me bounce on the bed. "Don't break the bed on your first day Aribelle." He warned me with a smile.

       I get off the bed and run to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. My face pressed into his stomach. "Thank you, mister. Thank you for adopting me."

"No need to thank me Aribelle. I just have one request."

I look up at him and raise my eyebrows in question. 

"Call me daddy."

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Alright, another flashback moment done, hope my flashbacks aren't confusing. In my mind, it's a comparison of past and presents so yeah. Hope you enjoyed it.

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