Once, my paranoid love

“Baby,” Derek called out affectionately.

In response, Paulina, with uncontrollable excitement, exclaimed, “Daddy!” as she hurriedly made her way to Derek’s side.

Eagerly, she extended her little arms towards him, a universal gesture that silently communicated, “Pick me up, daddy.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Derek, with a tender smile, swept Paulina into his embrace, her petite form safely cradled in his arms.

“My little princess,” he affectionately murmured.

“Where is my present, daddy?” she inquired, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Derek, playfully setting a condition, demanded, “Give me a kiss first.”

Without hesitation, Paulina planted a sweet kiss on her father’s cheek, sealing their bond with affection.

Derek, now holding his precious gift and content with the token of love, proposed, “Let’s see my baby’s present.”

Paulina, overwhelmed with excitement, expressed her love with a spirited.

“Yes, daddy, I love you the most.”

In harmony, Derek reciprocated, “Daddy loves you too, my dear,” as they exited the room to explore the surprises that awaited them.

Meanwhile, Elena, the dedicated mother, immersed herself in decorating the house for the evening’s celebratory gathering. The preparations were in full swing, with an air of festivity enveloping the space.

Simultaneously, in another part of the house, Paulina and Derek found themselves engrossed in the joyous task of unwrapping birthday gifts.

Paulina’s innocent enthusiasm echoed in her question, “When are we going to unwrapping everything, Daddy? It’s a lot.”

Derek, ever the reassuring father, responded with a warm smile, “Baby, don’t be worried. We’ll have it done quickly.”

However, their celebratory bubble was interrupted when a maid discreetly approached and informed Derek, “Sir, someone has sent this present again. It’s just for you and little Ms.”

Derek graciously accepted the mysterious present, dismissing the maid with a nod and a polite.

“All right, you can go now.”

Paulina, ever the curious soul, approached her father with wide eyes filled with wonder.

“What is that, daddy?” she inquired her anticipation palpable. Derek, aware of the annual tradition and the identity of the sender, couldn’t help but smile at his daughter’s innocence.

As Paulina sought to unravel the mystery, she speculated, “Daddy, who is it?”

Derek, choosing to maintain a gentle silence, offered her a reassuring smile. Paulina, navigating through her thoughts, shared, “Strangers always give me gifts. Is that my buddy?”

In a timely manner, a maid discreetly approached Derek with a subtle message. As their eyes met, Derek comprehended the unspoken communication.

“OK, I understand it,” he affirmed with a nod, contemplating how to navigate the impending conversation.

Paulina, still inquisitive, questioned, “Daddy, did that stranger send a truckload of gifts again?” Derek, caught between the desire to shield his daughter and the reality that she was growing older and more perceptive, pondered how to address her innocent inquiries.

In a hushed tone, Derek whispered, “Please don’t tell your mother, okay? It’s a private matter between us.”

Paulina, displaying an understanding beyond her years, replied, “Yes, daddy. It’s our little secret.”

The commotion outside the mansion escalated as Elena, fueled by a mix of curiosity and irritation, demanded answers.

“What the hell is going on here? Who is the sender?” her voice echoed through the corridors.

In response to her summons, Derek and Paulina emerged, their expressions caught between amusement and trepidation.

Elena, visibly angered, confronted Derek with a barrage of questions.

“What is this? You’ve done it before. You’re pampering her, babe. It is really too much for her,” she asserted, her frustration palpable.

A silent exchange between Derek and Paulina, a shared understanding beneath the surface, played out in their glances.

Derek, caught off guard, mumbled in defense, “But, what is my fault?”

Meanwhile, Paulina, attempting to stifle her laughter, observed the unfolding scene. “Mom is scolding Dad,” she teased, “but Dad loves me more than you, mom.”

Derek, attempting to interject with an awkward smile, was promptly halted by Elena.

“You two clean this place right now,” she declared, pointing accusatory at Derek and Paulina. “This time, no one will help you.”

Caught in the unexpected turn of events, Derek and Paulina shared a bewildered glance.

“Wait, what? How? Listen, Elena,” Derek began to explain, but Elena was resolute.

“It’s your punishment,” she declared firmly, walking away, leaving Derek and Paulina to confront the aftermath of their secretive festivities.

**

I and Paulina exchanged glances.

“Come on, Daddy, let’s go,” she exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

The day had been eagerly awaited, and the promise of gifts added a layer of joy to the atmosphere. I responded with a warm smile, picking her up in my arms.

However, beneath the surface, a sense of unease lingered. Thoughts of Paul’s potential claim for a day haunted my mind.

The very idea of a psychopath like him having any influence over my life, especially concerning Paulina.

The gifts, carefully selected for this special occasion, awaited Paulina’s eager hands. Despite the festive mood, a cloud of uncertainty hung over me. I couldn’t fathom a life without Paulina, and the mere thought of Paul exercising his rights fueled my anxiety.

“Do you love your father, baby?” I inquired, attempting to push away the unsettling thoughts. Paulina’s response, filled with innocence and warmth, offered a brief respite.

“So much, daddy,” she beamed, prompting a loving kiss on her cheek.

“I love you, honey,” I added, cherishing these moments of connection amidst the turmoil in my mind. The unwrapping of presents unfolded, a distraction from the underlying concerns that refused to dissipate.

As the day progressed, fatigue set in.

“Send it to Paulina’s toy room,” I instructed, feeling the weight of the day.

With a dutiful acknowledgment, she replied, “Yes, sir,” signaling the transition to the next phase of the day.

“It’s time to change, baby. Change your outfit,” I announced, shifting the focus to another aspect of the celebration.

“All right, dad,” she responded, her smile resilient. Paulina darted into the house, eager for the next part of the festivities. Left alone, I found myself walking into my room, only to encounter Elena in the midst of changing.

**

Derek, his fingers deftly zipping up Elena’s dress, felt the quiet intimacy of the moment.

As he enveloped her in a hug, he closed his eyes, whispering, “I love you.”

Elena reciprocated the sentiment, her hand gently running through Derek’s hair. She noticed something amiss and queried, “What’s wrong with you?”

Derek, fatigued from the day’s events, responded with a kiss to her shoulder, confessing, “I’m exhausted.”

Weariness lingered in his voice, a testament to the demands of the celebration.

Elena, understanding his need for rest, suggested, “Rest a little. There is still time before the guests arrive in the evening.”

However, Derek, desiring more than physical respite, pleaded, “Please stay with me.”

Elena chuckled softly as Derek playfully rubbed his nose against her neck.

“Aaron is asleep, honey,” she reminded him.

But Derek, undeterred, responded, “What difference does it make? Stay here with me, little one.”

Intrigued by his endearment, Elena questioned, “Why did you do that?”

Derek, with a twinkle in his eyes, clarified, “Because I adore her.”

Elena, perhaps contemplating the depth of Derek’s emotions, teased, “Isn’t it, though, a little excessive? There are a number of…” Before she could finish her sentence, Derek interrupted with a kiss, a gentle yet firm gesture that silenced any doubts or reservations.

**

I gave Elena a wet kiss, a playful response to her suggestion about reconsidering how much I pampered Paulina.

“Don’t do it, Elena. Paulina is a princess,” I declared, my affection for our daughter evident in my words.

Elena, however, remained persistent, gently expressing her concern.

“However, you must consider it. You are pampering her too much,” she continued, a mother’s worry coloring her tone.

Playfully, I attempted to divert the conversation, teasing Elena with a suggestion of pampering her instead.

“Why don’t you let me pamper you a bit?” I suggested, wrapping my arms around her waist.

Elena, not easily swayed, responded with a smile, noting my attempt to change the topic.

“You’re trying to change the topic,” she observed.

Denying any diversion, I playfully insisted, “I’m not,” as I gently forced her onto the bed, our interactions infused with a sense of playfulness and intimacy.

Elena, understanding my actions, offered a concession.

“Okay, I’m not going to say anything. You may do whatever you want,” she said, a lighthearted tone in her voice. I rested my head on her breast, seeking comfort in our shared moments.

In the quiet intimacy of the room, my thoughts turned reflective. I acknowledged the complex dynamics involving Paul, Paulina’s biological father. While I had taken Elena away from him, Paulina remained a link between them. I grappled with the realization that, as a father, Paul had a natural inclination to adore his daughter, and I couldn’t entirely dictate the boundaries of that relationship.

Allowing myself to be vulnerable, I pondered the uncertain future-how long Paul would adhere to those boundaries and what it meant for our family. Elena, sensing the weight of my contemplation, comforted me with a gentle caress, her soft fingers running through my hair.

Interrupting my thoughts, Elena asked abruptly, “What are you thinking?”