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Your Dad's Perfect My Mum
Izzy POV“Thank you,” I say softly, resting my head against his chest for a moment, letting his steady heartbeat calm me.After a few minutes, he pulls back and glances at the drinks on the table. “Let’s finish these and get out of here. I’d rather spend the night somewhere that doesn’t involve me imagining a dozen ways to kill that guy.”I laugh softly, shaking my head as I pick up my glass. “Deal.”We sip our drinks in a comfortable silence, but I can feel Zade’s attention shifting, his mind still partially stuck on Mike. I reach over and take his hand, squeezing it gently. “Hey. Focus on me,” I say, smiling up at him.His lips twitch into a smirk. “Always.”When we finish, we head back to the car. The air outside is cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the bar, and I shiver slightly. Zade shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders without a word. It smells like him—cologne, smoke, and something uniquely Zade—and it’s oddly comforting.As we get into the car, he reach
Your Dad's Perfect Going Back
ZadeI leave the house and drive aimlessly, my thoughts swirling until I find myself pulling into the parking lot of a small café. It’s tucked away, quiet enough for me to blend into the background. Grabbing a seat in the far corner, I dial the number I’ve been dreading. My heart beats louder than I’d like to admit as the line connects, and the voice on the other end greets me.I don’t want to do this. Hell, I’ve never wanted to do this. Therapy, counseling, whatever name they give it, I’ve always dismissed it as pointless. Something for the weak. Something for people who can’t handle their own shit. And if I’m being brutally honest, I’ve always associated it with women. Women cry. Women talk. Men drink, fight, bury their problems. That’s what I’ve told myself for years.But now? Sitting here, staring at the worn wood of the table, I feel the weight of those lies pressing down on me. Maybe it wasn’t a belief so much as an excuse—a wall I built to avoid ever having to face my own refle
Your Dad's Perfect Losing It
Zade POVHe doesn’t even turn around before I rise from my seat, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor finally catching his attention. His body stiffens, and when he turns, the cocky grin slips from his face, replaced by something colder, more guarded.“Zade?” His voice wavers, his confidence cracking just enough to betray him.I step forward, slow and deliberate, the weight of my presence pressing into the space between us. I don’t speak yet. Not until I’m close enough to see the flicker of unease in his eyes.Now, it’s my turn.Mike’s eyes dart around the room like he’s searching for an escape route, but the locked doors behind him and the cold, steady look on my face leave him nowhere to go. I stop a few feet away, close enough that he can feel the weight of my presence, but not close enough to touch. Not yet.“Didn’t realize I’d have the pleasure of your company tonight, Mike.” My voice is low, measured, the kind of tone that carries menace without needing to shout. Hi
Your Dad's Perfect Struggling
Zade POVThe room feels like it’s closing in on me, the coppery scent of blood suffocating, clawing its way down my throat. I close my eyes, but it doesn’t help—if anything, it makes it worse. The images come flooding back, vivid and unrelenting. Blood. So much blood. It’s on my hands, on the floor, in my mind. My breathing grows shallow, and I struggle to push it all down, to shove it into that dark corner where I’ve buried everything else.I hear the knock at the door, sharp and urgent, but it sounds distant, like I’m underwater. My legs move without thinking, carrying me to unlock it. I know who it is. Grayson. It’s always the same knock.I step back as he pushes through the door, his eyes scanning me, then landing on the carnage. His expression hardens, his jaw clenching. “What the fuck happened?” he demands, shoving past me.Behind him, Joel and the others follow. Their faces flicker with unease before they mask it, but I can see it. I can feel it. The air is heavy with judgment,
Your Dad's Perfect Bad News
IzzyIt’s been six weeks since we arrived here. Six weeks of watching Zade transform into someone lighter, someone freer. He’s still him, but the weight that used to press down on his every movement seems to have lessened. He’s softer, more open, and seeing him like this makes me want to stay forever. But tomorrow, he insists we leave.Tomorrow. The word feels heavy, like a clock ticking down to a truth I’ve been running from. It’s as if he senses the tension in me, the way I’ve been holding back. He stands beside my mum, laughing softly as he shows her pictures of Sammi and updates her on Grayson. It’s been like this for weeks—us, together, every day. My mum gave us space by staying with Evan, and in that time, I’ve seen Zade as I never have before: unguarded, real, raw.And tomorrow, I’ll ruin it all.“Hey,” Evan’s voice cuts through my thoughts, and I glance up to see him walking in, grinning as always. “I’m stealing Zade for a bit, one last brotherly bonding session before you two
Your Dad's Perfect Messed Up
ZadeThe tension is unbearable as we sit in silence. The weight of what just happened, of where I found her, hangs heavy between us. I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She’s staring at her lap, twisting her fingers together. Her cheeks are tear-streaked, and the sight of her breaks something inside me. I can’t do this—can’t let this go unresolved.I take a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Let’s talk inside,” I say quietly, forcing my voice to remain calm. She doesn’t respond, just nods and climbs out of the car.Once we’re inside, she moves to the couch and perches on the edge, her arms wrapped around herself like she’s trying to hold herself together. I stand across the room, pacing, unable to sit. My thoughts are a fucking mess. How do I even begin to approach this?“Why didn’t you tell me, Izzy?” I finally ask, my voice rough with emotion. “Why didn’t you think I deserved to know?”She looks up at me, her eyes red and swollen. “Because I was trying to pr
Your Dad's Perfect Feeling Foolish
Zade POVEvery time I close my eyes, I see her face—tear-streaked and filled with anguish. Then the memories hit, unbidden and relentless. Blood. The screams. The bodies. My parents, mangled and lifeless. Her—my ex, so pregnant, so full of life, and then... gone. The flashbacks swallow me whole, dragging me under. My breathing becomes shallow, erratic, and I grip the edge of the table to ground myself, my knuckles white.“Zade,” a voice cuts through the storm in my mind, anchoring me back to reality. I look up to see Grayson sitting across from me, his face a mixture of concern and frustration.I can’t even muster the energy to speak. I just stare at him, then down at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of me.“Did you drink it?” he asks, his tone sharp but not unkind.I shake my head. “No. But I wanted to. God, I wanted to.”Grayson exhales, leaning back in his chair. “At least you didn’t. That’s something.” He watches me closely, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re drowning, Za
Your Dad's Perfect Realising
IzzyThe moment Grayson wraps his arms around me, I feel the weight of everything pressing down on me like a storm. For the first time in hours, there’s a flicker of safety, but it’s fragile, like glass teetering on the edge of shattering. Zade’s words still echo in my mind—angry, hurt, raw—and even though I know deep down he would never hurt me, in that moment, he didn’t feel like the man I fell in love with. He felt like someone else entirely, someone I didn’t know.The sound of the door closing behind me sends a chill through my spine. Zade has left. I should stop him, run after him, beg him to stay, but I can’t. My legs feel like lead, and my heart is a hurricane of guilt and confusion.“What’s happened?” Grayson’s voice cuts through the silence, low but laced with tension. His arms tighten around me, and for a moment, I let myself break. The tears come in uncontrollable waves, and I bury my face into his chest as though I can hide from my own mistakes.“I’m pregnant, Gray,” I cho
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Your Dad's Perfect Perfect
ZadeI knew if I waited, things would go wrong, which is why I proposed to Izzy sooner than I had planned. Good job I did as if I hadn't. I was meant to be proposing right now, which isn't ideal.The room is buzzing with controlled chaos. Nurses move efficiently around us, murmuring instructions and checking monitors. Izzy lies in the hospital bed, her face flushed, hair damp with sweat, and hands clutching mine like a lifeline. Her grip is strong—stronger than I ever expected—but I welcome the pain. It’s grounding me, keeping me in the moment when I feel like I might lose my mind.“Zade, breathe,” Izzy groans, her voice strained as another contraction overtakes her. “You’re supposed to remind me to breathe, not forget how to do it yourself.”I snap out of my daze, nodding quickly. “Right. Breathe, Izzy. Deep breaths.” I mimic the motion, inhaling and exhaling like I’m teaching her something she hasn’t been doing perfectly for hours.She glares at me between breaths, sweat beading on
Your Dad's Perfect His Question
IzzyI can’t help but smile at Zade as he drives, his hands steady on the wheel, his profile glowing in the soft morning light. Time has slipped by so quickly. It feels like only yesterday we were grappling with fears and uncertainty, and now here we are. Zade has been by my side so much more than I ever expected. He still works, but not nearly as much as he did before. Somehow, he’s found a balance, and it’s brought us closer in ways I didn’t think possible.While he’s working, I spend most of my time at home with Sammi and baby Emmerson. It’s been heartwarming to watch Sammi and Grayson navigate parenthood together, their bond strengthening with every passing day. Watching their joy gives me hope—hope that Zade and I can have something just as beautiful with our baby.Zade has been going to counseling regularly, and I see pieces of the real him emerging more and more each week. The man beneath the armor he built to survive, to lead the mafia, to bury his pain—that man is someone ext
Your Dad's Perfect My Plan
Zade POVI lose myself in her, time slipping away as I drink her in, the salty-sweet flavor of her flooding my senses. She collapses into the bed eventually, her body limp, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. Even now, her walls quiver, her body still coming down as I lick the last remnants of her release.When I finally pull away, I move up her body and kiss her with a desperate need, our lips crashing together in a possessive claim. I’m hard again, painfully so, but there’s no rush. Tonight, there’s no clock ticking down, no interruptions, just us.“Alright,” I say, standing to strip the last of my clothes, my eyes devouring her sprawled form. “Let’s keep going.”She whimpers, weak from the relentless pleasure, and reaches for me, her hands trembling as they find my shoulders. “Zade,” she murmurs, but I’m nowhere near done.Izzy tastes like heaven, pure and raw, a flavor I never want to forget. My lips return to her swollen clit, teasing and tormenting her again. Her body jerks as s
Your Dad's Perfect Showing Her
ZadeAs I help Izzy into my car, her radiant smile reminds me just how much I’ve been neglecting her. I’ve been so consumed with making sure Grayson is home with Sammi and the baby that I’ve failed the one person who needed me most—her. The guilt eats at me as I start the engine, and I steal glances at her, soaking in her beauty, her strength, her unwavering patience with me.She pulls something from her bag and holds it out to me—a scan image. My heart twists as I take it, running my fingers over the black-and-white lines that outline our baby.“I’m sorry I missed it,” I whisper, the weight of regret heavy in my voice.Her smile is soft, understanding. “It’s fine. You were working and making sure Grayson was home for Sammi and the baby.” Her words are kind, but they cut deep. Missing this moment wasn’t fine, and I can’t let it happen again.When we arrive, I park and immediately step out, going to her side and lifting her into my arms. She laughs lightly, her arms wrapping around my
Your Dad's Perfect Time Together
Izzy POVHis dark eyes burn into mine, a mixture of frustration and desire. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Izzy,” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse.I lean in, letting my breath ghost over his lips. “Good. I want to play, Zade. And this time, I make the rules.”“You want to fuck me?” His voice is low, teasing, as his dark eyes bore into mine, a smirk playing on his lips. The sight of him, restrained and vulnerable yet brimming with raw power, ignites something primal in me. I chuckle softly, leaning in to capture his lips, grinding against him as I feel him stir beneath me.“Oh, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you,” I murmur against his lips, my voice husky with desire. Pulling back, I let a wicked smile curl on my lips. “You’re all mine now,” I whisper, my words dripping with dominance. Slowly, deliberately, I sink to my knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact as my hands glide over his thighs.His breath hitches when I reach up, my fingers wrapping around his s
Your Dad's Perfect Always Busy
IzzyIt’s been two months since we came back, and while Zade and I have grown closer, some days feel like we’re barely keeping our heads above water. The distance that came with my pregnancy has dissolved, and his promise to fuck me every day? He’s kept it. But most of the time, it’s rushed, like an obligation rather than passion.I understand why—he’s juggling too much. He practically ordered Grayson to stay home for a couple of months after Sammi had the baby, leaving him to hold everything together. Sure, his brothers are around to help, but Zade hardly leans on them. It’s as if he’s still carrying the weight of raising them, of being their protector, even now.Today was supposed to be different. It was the scan, the moment I’ve been excited about for weeks. But, at the last minute, he got a call—something urgent, something he couldn’t ignore—and I found myself in the clinic with my mum instead of him. All I got from Zade was a quick message asking how it went. No follow-up, no exc
Your Dad's Perfect Fixing It
Izzy POVThe moment Zade walks in, the tension between us hangs in the air like a storm waiting to break. We talk briefly, my voice trembling as I tell him the words that have been weighing on my heart: “I’m keeping the baby.” Relief flickers across his face, but it’s not pure joy—it’s layered with fear, uncertainty, and something I can’t quite place. He doesn’t say much after that, just pulls me into his arms, holding me close. I melt into him, exhaustion taking over as I fall asleep wrapped in his warmth.When I wake, the space beside me is empty, and the bed feels colder without him. Slowly, I sit up, rubbing my eyes. My gaze falls on Zade, seated at the foot of the bed, his back turned to me. His shoulders are tense, and his head is bowed slightly, as if the weight of the world is pressing down on him.I hesitate, unsure of what to say or how to bridge the chasm that feels like it’s grown between us. Things had been going so well before all this, and now? Now it feels like we’ve b
Your Dad's Perfect Realising
IzzyThe moment Grayson wraps his arms around me, I feel the weight of everything pressing down on me like a storm. For the first time in hours, there’s a flicker of safety, but it’s fragile, like glass teetering on the edge of shattering. Zade’s words still echo in my mind—angry, hurt, raw—and even though I know deep down he would never hurt me, in that moment, he didn’t feel like the man I fell in love with. He felt like someone else entirely, someone I didn’t know.The sound of the door closing behind me sends a chill through my spine. Zade has left. I should stop him, run after him, beg him to stay, but I can’t. My legs feel like lead, and my heart is a hurricane of guilt and confusion.“What’s happened?” Grayson’s voice cuts through the silence, low but laced with tension. His arms tighten around me, and for a moment, I let myself break. The tears come in uncontrollable waves, and I bury my face into his chest as though I can hide from my own mistakes.“I’m pregnant, Gray,” I cho
Your Dad's Perfect Feeling Foolish
Zade POVEvery time I close my eyes, I see her face—tear-streaked and filled with anguish. Then the memories hit, unbidden and relentless. Blood. The screams. The bodies. My parents, mangled and lifeless. Her—my ex, so pregnant, so full of life, and then... gone. The flashbacks swallow me whole, dragging me under. My breathing becomes shallow, erratic, and I grip the edge of the table to ground myself, my knuckles white.“Zade,” a voice cuts through the storm in my mind, anchoring me back to reality. I look up to see Grayson sitting across from me, his face a mixture of concern and frustration.I can’t even muster the energy to speak. I just stare at him, then down at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of me.“Did you drink it?” he asks, his tone sharp but not unkind.I shake my head. “No. But I wanted to. God, I wanted to.”Grayson exhales, leaning back in his chair. “At least you didn’t. That’s something.” He watches me closely, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re drowning, Za
