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DDaDDS Fanfic (Dadsona/Robert) (Spoilers)

Hello everyone!

I’ve been playing Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator. I love the game! I sure wish there were more dates and maybe a “date or two” of whoever you’re dating after you have decided to end up together to see what their life has been, but alas. It’s a VERY good start though!

I took it upon myself to write a short “date” fanfic between the Dadsona and Robert. It takes place a couple of years after being “friendzoned” at the end of Robert’s good ending. I haven’t wrote a fanfic or anything for years but this motivated me enough to try writing one.

Without further ado, here it is!

It’s been a couple of years ever since Robert and I started dating. Well, somewhat. We were dating officially for a month or so until Robert said he wanted time to himself to get his life together. I understood because he was a mess, but we remained friends. We’d go out drinking, watch movies and sports, and we’d occasionally get together for fun. But he always kept me at arm’s length. It’s a little sad, but...

Anyway, I was surprised to receive a text from Robert on DadBook. Early in the day, in fact. He normally stays silent until late at night and we’d go out on the town for the night. I’m pretty much nocturnal thanks to him. Not that I mind, really. Maple Bay is pretty nice at night, if not a little chilly. His text to me was short and right to the point: “hey come over later tonight. we’ll watch sports.”

It’s still very early in the day, so I spend the day cleaning the house, watching a few Long Haul Ice Road Paranormal Ghost Truckers episodes and doing several jumble puzzles. I’m proud to say I’ve graduated from “Jumble Kids” to “Basic Jumbles” over the years from practice. Let’s see… this one spells out “cougar” and the bonus word is “producer.” Yay, go me! I also got to talk to my daughter Amanda for a little bit today over the phone. She says that she’s doing great at Horne Institute for the Arts. Came in 3rd on a photography contest on her first year. That’s quite impressive, seeing how there were “about a billion other contestants” according to what Amanda told me. She also told me that she’s dating a guy named Xavier. I’ll… have to keep an eye on him. He better not hurt my Panda.

It’s almost time. I take a quick shower, get dressed, toss on my jacket and head over to Robert’s place after locking the door. I figure we’re just going to drink, watch some sports and maybe even have fun afterward. Maybe hang out with Mary. I don’t know. Robert doesn’t really talk much on DadBook and we usually just wing it after meeting up.

I arrive to Robert’s cul-de-sac and knock on the door. A beat later, Robert opens the door and smiles slightly at me with Betsy by his side, wagging happily. Then he laughs because I’m in awe. His place has been all cleaned up so it’s impeccable. Robert has a nice brown jacket over his iconic red shirt and he’s also wearing a nice pair of khakis. It’s kind of interesting seeing him wear khakis, really. I’m used to seeing him with jeans. Usually ripped ones.

“Just come in.” Robert smirks.

I chuckle and head in his house. He vaguely gestures me to the sofa facing the television. I take off my jacket and place it on the clothes hanger by the door, and then head over to sit on the sofa. There is a wine bottle with a couple of shot glasses on the coffee table. Betsy quickly jumps up on the sofa demanding attention from me, so I scratch her behind her ears. She looks happy.

“You dress nice.” I chuckle. “What’s the occasion?”

Robert just shrugs, and then sits next to me on the sofa, gently shooing Betsy off. “Thought we’d watch some sports, drink something, the usual.” Betsy then walks off to her cushion pile, walks around in circles for a bit and then plops down, dozing off.

“Wine, though?”

“Thought we’d have something different for once.”

Robert then hands me a shot glass. I take it in my hand while he turns to uncork a bottle of wine. He pours some in my shot glass and some in his. He then corks the wine bottle and places it back on the table. He the rests back on the sofa with his shot glass and takes a sip.

“Thanks. Wine in a shot glass. Manly as hell.” I chuckle and take a sip of the wine. Huh. It’s White Zinfandel. Not that I mind, it’s quite delicious and refreshing. Sure takes me back to our first date a long time ago.

Robert smirks and then goes into the kitchen. He reaches into the fridge and pulls out a pizza box. “You okay with cold pizza, right?”

“Hell yeah.”

He then brings the pizza box over to us and places it on the coffee table. Hey, the pizza is from Pete’s Piece a’ Pizza! I hope it’s Hawaiian.

“Hawaiian pizza. Please tell me it’s Hawaiian pizza. And it’s also greasy as hell.”

Robert just grins and takes another sip of the wine while grabbing a slice. It is Hawaiian pizza, greasy as hell. Bless his rugged heart. “You ready to see which team will win?” he chimes in.

“Psh, you know my team will win. My team’s win/loss ratio is still vastly superior to yours.”

“Shut up.” Robert smirks. He then turns on the TV and flips through several channels until we’re watching the sports channel. We then watch a sports game together while sipping wine and eating pizza. We’d cheer when our teams are winning, and groan when our teams are losing. However, about halfway through the game, Robert seems to be quiet. Well, quieter than usual. He seems to be occupied by something. He seems to be a little antsy, which is unusual for ‘cool-as-a-cucumber’ Robert. I decide to prod him a little bit, even though I was told repeatedly that “silence is golden” in the past by Robert himself.

“Hey Robert, you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You know you can-”

“Yes, I know. Just… shut up.” he interrupts. He takes a deep breath and then stares off into the distance, not really paying attention to the game even when his team has scored a touchdown. I’m starting to get worried about him, but I know he will tell me when he’s ready. I just continue watching the game, sipping wine and nibbling on pizza. It’s just not really the same, though. He didn’t even try to make up stories either, although at this point I’m used to telling the difference between a real and an imaginary story with Robert.

After the game has ended with my team in a slight lead, I turn to Robert ready to brag a bit. However, Robert seems to still be rather antsy about… something. He didn’t even react to what happened.

“Hey man, you really okay? I’m starting to-”

“Look… just wait here, okay. I need… to get something.” Robert interrupts again and promptly gets off the sofa and heads into his bedroom. Maybe he’s trying to get ready for our fun coming up soon? I don’t know. He can be a bit hard to read, but I still love him.

A couple of minutes later Robert comes back in looking even more antsy. His face is slightly red, either from arousal or embarrassment. I take a quick glance. It’s not arousal. Damn. Okay, focus man. Focus. He sits next to me on the sofa and faces me.

“Man, I don’t know how to say this.”, he begins. He pauses for a moment and then shakes his head. “Just take this.” he reaches into his jacket pocket and produces a small box. He quickly stuffs it into my hand and looks away, embarrassed.

I open the box and pull out a silver ring. I admire the ring for a little bit and then look over at Robert, who is still looking away and rubbing his fingers together, trying to avoid eye contact. It seems like an eternity before we speak.

“Robert, what is this?” I finally break the silence.

Robert rubs his hands together and then groans loudly. He quickly turns to me, looking distressed.

“I’m proposing to you!”

Suddenly everything goes quiet. I cannot even hear the television. I cannot hear anything. I am utterly confused and shocked on what just happened. Robert looks very determined, staring at me. It is almost like everything is in slow motion.

“You’re… proposing to me?”

“Yes!”

He’s proposing to me.

HE’S PROPOSING TO ME!

Wait, slow down there buddy. There has to be a reason for the sudden proposal.

“Robert, I’m flattered but-”

Once again, I’m interrupted by Robert. Although he didn’t interrupt me with words, but rather with a kiss. But it’s gentle and warm, which is unusual for Robert. He… he has really changed. Maybe? After kissing softly for a moment, he breaks the kiss and looks at me right in the eyes.

“I… I love you. You… god, it’s hard for me to say this…” he clears his throat and holds my hands in his. “You’ve helped me through many, many tough spots in my life. You’ve helped me reunite with my daughter. You’ve helped me clean up my act. You… were always there for me, even after I… friendzoned you so I could get my life together. I… I love you. Please… marry me.” Robert then goes limp slightly, looking exhausted. It must’ve took a lot of effort for Robert to admit all of this and attempt to move on to the next step of his life.

I smiled.

I squeeze Robert’s hands in mine and pull up his head slightly so he’s looking at my face. He looks really tired, and almost ready to cry. I’ve never seen him like this before. He’s… telling the truth. He really means it. This is not another imaginary story he came up with for a quick chuckle. He’s being really vulnerable.

I reach down and kiss him on his lips. “Robert, I never thought you’d ask.”

Robert’s eyes swell and he just holds me tightly against him, sobbing softly into my chest.

“It must’ve been really hard to bring yourself to do this, huh?” I chuckle slightly, trying to lighten the mood. Robert just continues to sob softly for a few moments before looking up at me, smirking.

“You have no fucking idea.” he giggles and then pulls me in for a deep kiss, resting his hand on the back of my head and pulling me by the waist towards him. For once during the night, he seems to be at peace.

Looks like I’ll be adding Small to my last name.

I’m happy.

Really happy.

#dream daddy #ddadds #stories

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