One Daddy Isn't Enough

Chapter 14

I feel something warm, solid, soft. I wake up on top of Derek's built body, his chest rising and falling. I smile, feeling happy, I rest my chin in on his chest and look up at his sleeping face, he looks so peaceful and younger when he sleeps.

I lay my head on his chest and gaze at dad, who is right next to us, sleeping so peacefully, looking so handsome just like Derek. It should be a crime to be so damn good looking.

I carefully get out of bed, trying not to wake them and go take a quick shower. I ditch the panties and just slip one of their over sized shirts over my head.

I go check on them before going to the kitchen, I get my phone and take a picture with a huge grin on my face. They were cuddling, haha. How adorable.

I put my hair up in a messy bun and make breakfast, a banana split waffle.

I go to dad's room, I'm disappointed to see that they are not cuddling any more, I climb on the bed, I go to Derek first since he isn't such a heavy sleeper like dad is, I kiss his lips. "Wake up, daddy." I whisper.

He shifts slightly. I kiss his cheek twice. "Daddy." I whisper in his ear. He grunts in his sleep. "Wake up, sexy."

His eyes flutter open and he stretches. "Mmm, good morning, baby girl." His morning voice is so deep and sexy.

I smile down at him. "Good morning, now get up. Breakfast is ready."

He hugs my waist. "Can't we stay here for a little longer?"

I giggle and pat his tattooed arm. "Nope, get up."

He sighs and lets go of me. I smile down at him and give him a peck on the lips. "Go, while I wake daddy up." He gets up and gives me a kiss on the forehead and disappears through the hallway.

I place my hand on dad's solid chest. "Daddy. " I kiss his lips. "Daaaddyyy." He was sound asleep. I chuckle, wishing I could sleep like him, I'm such a light sleeper that even the smallest sound wakes me up.

I kiss all over his face calling for him, but nothing happens. I straddle his waist and poke his cheeks. I lean down. "Daddy, breakfast is ready." I sit back with a sigh and gasp in surprise.

Dad was sporting a hard on, I take the blankets off him, he is naked under the sheets. I am wearing nothing but an over sized shirt and it is poking my ass.

I bite my lip and grind my ass back on his c**k making him moan in his sleep.

"Daddy, the food is going to get cold." I grind further down and stop when I feel his precum tip enter my ass, just the tip. "Mmm." Dad moans and flutters his eyes open.

"About time." I say with a smile.

"Ahh, princess." He caresses my sides. "This is a nice way to wake up." He says in a deep, sexy, morning voice.

"Breakfast is ready, daddy's already up." I say running my hands through his torso.

"We should stay in bed." He says and I laugh. Men. I moan when daddy slowly pushes me down on his c**k making me take a little more of him. He didn't even had the head inside and I felt so stretch.

I playfully pat his shoulder. "Get up." I give him a kiss on the nose and walk downstairs.

"Really?" I say when I see Derek sitting in the table eating without us.

"What?" He says with his mouth full. "I was starving."

I roll my eyes at him playfully. "You're always hungry."

I kiss him and take a seat beside him.

"Where's your dad?" He asks me.

"Taking care of a little something." I mumble. "Not so little."

"Oh!" Derek smirks down at me. "I also had to take care of a little problem when I went to the bathroom."

I feel my cheeks get hot. "That looks so good." Dad says sitting down in front of us, taking a bite of the waffles. He closes his eyes and moans. "This is so good." He leans in the table and gives me a kiss. "Thanks, princess."

After breakfast we move to the living room to watch a movie... okay, played a movie, but did not watch it. We were too busy kissing, touching and grinding on each other to pay attention to the movie.

I have wanted this my while life, to be theirs and for them to be mine. I thought it was impossible, but here we are and I couldn't be happier.

"You look really cute with my shirt on." Derek says sitting next to me and Dad, watching us make out.

I look at him, plaming his bulge and I lick my lips.

"You should wear our shirts more often." Dad says nibbling my neck.

I close my eyes. "Mmmh."

"But." A kiss on my neck. "I think." He unbuttons the top of the shirt. "You should." Another kiss and another button undone. "Take. This. Off."

We hear a knock on the door, but ignore it. The person kept knocking, very persistent and annoying. I groan and stand up, frustrated, I button up the shirt while yelling at the person. "I'm coming! Jeez!"

Either they didn't hear me or they didn't care because they kept on knocking. Later, I would figure out that it was the latter.

I angrily open the door, ready to curse the f**k out of the person, but freeze when I see who it is. What is she doing here? She is skinny, with a small waist, high cheek bones, green eyes, short black hair, tanned skin, full red lips and she looks younger than she is.

"What took you so long?" She rolls her eyes and walks inside the house.

I close the door behind me. "What are you doing here mom?"

She gives me a look. "I just got back from work and I wanted to see my baby." She says. "Can't I come see my baby after being three weeks out of town?"

Now, before you're all like, "Aww, her mom is so sweet. You are a s lut and a bad daughter for going after her man." Well, by baby, she does not mean me she means Derek. She has never been loving towards me, not like a mother should be. She even mentioned to me once that I ruined her life because she had me at fifteen. But enough about my shitty relationship with my mother.

"Susan?" Mom turns around and runs towards Derek, jumps and wraps her arms and legs around him catching him off guard, making him fall backwards on the couch with her on top of him.

"What are you doing here?" He asks her.

She rolls her eyes. "I came to see you, silly." I watched her kiss him on the lips and I felt angry, jealous, hurt and nauseous all at once. "I missed you, baby."

I stand there pinned to the floor, I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I wanted to walk away, but couldn't. All I could do was stand there and watch.

"Alright, enough Susan. Let the man breath." Dad surprised me by placing his hand on the small of my back and gently rubbing circles.

My mom groans, disaprovingly and stands up. "You're so uptight, Jason." Derek sits on the sofa and gives me an apologetic look, I quickly avert my eyes. "You need to find yourself a woman and get laid."

"Mom!" I exclaim angrily.

We were having such a good time and she just had to ruin it. I was so happy that we got together that I forgot Derek and mom were still a thing. They never got married. Thank, God! But they still are together. f**k! Why didn't I think of that?

Because you were thinking with your p***y, not your brain.

Shut the f**k up. I'm in no mood for your smartass comments.

I meant heart not pussy... well, you were thinking with both your heart AND p***y, not with your brain.

Internally groan.

"Why are you wearing Derek's shirt?" Mom asks me with raised brows.

Adios!

Thanks a lot.

"Because I'm doing the laundry and this is the only clean shirt I could find." I lie. "As you can see there is nothing to wear." I say pointing to dad and Derek who are only wearing their sweatpants.

"Hm." That sound and the judgy look on her face made me want to slap her.

"What, mom?" I say through clench teeth.

"Nothing." She shrugs. "Just that you should have done that before you ran out of clean clothes."

I scoff. "Yes, mother. Thank you for pointing out the obvious." I roll my eyes and walk to the kitchen.

"You know I don't like it when you roll your eyes at me." She says following me.

This is how it's always been. Everything is peaceful and she wants to f**k it all up. I'm happy, she wants to f**k that up too, she always searches for reasons to fight with me.

"Oh! I'm sorry." I place my hand on my chest. "Did I hurt your feelings, mother?"

"Stop being a smartass kid, you know I hate that."

I bite my tongue, close my eyes and take a deep breath. If you ignore it, it'll go away.

"I start cleaning the plates from this morning. "You ate and you didn't do the dishes?" She asks disaprovingly. "What have I told you about that?"

My jaw hurts from clenching my teeth so hard.

"Did you hear me?" Just ignore her.

"Hey, Susan. Why don't you go home and take a long bath?" Dad says to her. "You must be tired."

She ignores him. "Are you ignoring me?" Yup. "I'm your mother, you should have more respect."

I was a ticking time bomb and the time had ran out.

Oh, boy!

"You want to play the mother card now?" I laugh. "Really?" I face her, the kitchen island standing between us. "Wow! You were never there for me when I needed help on my school projects, or my homework or to study. You have never given me a goodnight kiss, never showed a single act of affection towards me. Never said "I love you," mother." I throw my hands in the air and laugh. "You- how old am I?"

She was silent, no expression on her face which was nothing new. "Let me help you out, I'm eighteen." Her brows shot up I surprise. "Yes," i smile at her. "I turned eighteen two weeks ago and you didn't even have the decency to pick up your damn phone and wish me happy birthday. But don't worry, I'm used to it because this isn't the first birthday you miss."

I glance behind her and see dad and Derek giving me a sad look. "Don't feel sorry for me." I tell them. "Feel sorry for her." I point at the woman who is my mother. "She was so caught up on hating me that she missed out on so much and never knew how to be a mother and earn the love of her child."

I look at her straight in the eyes. "When you snap out of that stupid bubble, wake up and feel regret, and it will happen, it will be too late for you mother." I was just wasting my breath with her because she doesn't care, but I told her one last thing.

"When I have children, I will do anything and everything, good or bad to make them happy because unlike you, I will love them. I guess I have yo thank you." She creases her eyebrows, confused. "Because I've learned from your mistakes and I will be the opposite of you." I smile. "I will be a good f*****g mother."

There was a flash of something on her face but I couldn't decipher what it was. "So thank you." I turn to finish cleaning the dishes. "Oh, and one more thing." I look over my shoulder. "I'm moving in with daddy."

"Daddy?"

"Yup." I nod. "Turns out, there is nothing wrong with calling him that." I smile at her and put the plates away.

Derek got mom to leave, he stayed behind because there "weren't any clean clothes."

"You handled that pretty well." Dad hugged me from behind. "I'm proud of you."

I lay my head on his chest. "Thank you."

"Hayley," I look at Derek standing in front of me. "We um, we need to talk."

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

I nod slowly.

He guides me to the couch and we sit, facing each other.

"So um..." He hesitates and my heart clenched. "Baby girl, I need to tell you something about your mother and I."

It was hard to full down. "Okay." I whisper.

"Well, your mom." He scratches the back of his head. "Your mom is.... "