His Curvy Obsession BWWM

Thirty Four

Chapter 34

"Yello papa," Angelina greeted in an overtone, waving at her grinning father through the screen; she missed her father; it had been so long since she talked to him, even though it was only a few days ago.

"Denike mi, ọmọ ọba," her father smiled happily, his dimples showing. He missed his daughter.

"How are you, my jewel?" her father asked softly, seeing the happiness in her eyes.

"I'm fine, papa, so happy," she responded eagerly, grinning cheekily, "and you too, old man?" she smirked slyly, knowing her father didn't like to be called an old man. He looked in his late thirties, whereas he was over forty years old—a stud man.

"Ouch, My poor heart," her father chirped dramatically, putting his hand over his chest. "You wounded me, pearl," he said in a faked-pain voice while she giggled, shaking her head.

"Old maaaan," she sang, sticking out her tongue playfully. Her father never grew old.

"Are you saying this handsome man is old?" her father raised his brows, softly patting his chest.

She used her hands to cover her mouth to stop her from laughing out loud, "papa, you are old," she teased her father. Her father was full of himself, his look, and everything.

Richard - her father fanned himself dramatically, shaking his head in disagreement, "I can't believe this small pikin is calling me old when I'm in my prime age," he said in a small girly voice, making Angelina laugh loudly. He smiled widely; since his daughter had left the country for another, he had never heard her laugh contentedly like this. He hummed happily. Her face showed happiness.

"Prime age indeed," she muttered, rolling her eyes comically.

"Yeah," dusting his imaginary collar. "Imma in prime age" he raised his chin.

"If you are not an old man," a pregnant pause, "then why have you not moved on," she said out of the blue, looking everywhere but not at her father's eyes. She didn't want to see the pain or sorrow the woman left. The woman he called wife.

"You know— I'm still caring for my beautiful daughter," Richard replied shakily. His voice trembled; he missed his wife dearly, and he was still mourning her death. The death took a toll on him; even though it was just months since they met each other before she got pregnant with his child, those moments were precious to him.

"But— I'm an adult now; I can take care of myself," she argued, pouting.

"You might be an adult in the government or anyone's eyes, but you are still my baby girl who cries whenever she sees a cockroach," Richard smiled bittersweetly.

"Argh!" she groaned, "Don't change the topic," she scolded. "You've mourned enough; move on. Find a lady that would take care of you and makes you younger," she advised, pulling her lips together.

"Aye aye captain," Richard saluted, "enough about me," he wiggled his eyebrows at his daughter, "s— what's up?"

"The sky is up," she grinned cheekily, raising her hands.

"I know," he groaned, "You aren't fun at all," he mumbled.

"I heard you, old man," she cautioned, pointing her index finger accusingly.

"So, how is he?" Richard asked slowly, and he didn't have the time to ask about the man. He wanted to talk to him if the man was responsible and could take care of his daughter. All he wanted was his daughter's happiness, and he wouldn't ever do what would make her sad. Her happiness, joy, and peace were his goals.

"Oh Nathaniel?!" she beamed happily, covering her red face.

"Yeah," he grunted, seeing how his daughter was head over heels for the man. Just his name made her shy up.