Santa Gave Me Back My Daddy
Aliyah Cox, Tyla Walker
Until I came home for Christmas... and saw my son in her arms.
Same curls. Same laugh. My damn eyes.
She never told me.
Now every instinct I’ve spent years suppressing comes roaring back…
To protect.
To possess.
To take back what I abandoned.
She’s not the girl I left behind. She’s a mother now. A fighter. And she doesn’t trust me.
But that little boy?
He wraps his arms around my neck like I’ve always belonged here.
And I swear to God — I will.
She can slam every door in my face. I’ll still show up.
Asking. Earning. Kneeling, if I have to.
This Christmas, Santa didn’t give me a present.
He gave me my family back.
Read on for secret sons, Christmas kisses, slow-burn ache, and a billionaire who trades Wall Street for bedtime stories. HEA Guaranteed!

