you just stood there, your arms opened wide, waiting for you papa to lift you, he was confused on why would one of the woman he hooked up with leave you on him, he had no choice but to accept himself as a father.

"Daddy?" You called him, feeling a bit worried that he wouldn't take good care of you.

"Don't call me daddy." He responded back, bluntly. He was towering you over(since your still a kid/baby?) He's eyes widen in surprise as when he saw you, about to cry.

"Hah..." He groans, he lifts you up and looks at you with his black pitch eyes, white irises.

"Fine. You can call me daddy, just don't cry"