Aaron Rodgers Dad Novels & Stories

"Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years." That person froze. The entire office fell dead silent. The teacher looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something, but she ultimately kept it to herself and placed my withdrawal application at the corner of her desk. I turned on my heel and left the office. The school corridor stretched out ahead of me. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, creating a checkered pattern of light and dark across the linoleum floor. When I walked past the Wall of Fame, I caught the photograph prominently displayed in the center. My father, Ian Smith, stood to one side while his stepso

his father lamented looking at him in disgust. "Last time was your uncle, your favorite person in the world, and we lost him, but miraculously you made sure his doing well. But now, Rodgers is going to leave a huge hole in your heart if anything happens to that child. Not only would you lose Maxwell, but you would also lose yourself," he said and chuckled lightly, while Andrew tapped his feet, thinking about everything his father had said. "You know maybe if you hadn't been a faggot, and fallen for a guy, maybe Maxwell would be saved. Think about it son, it ain't too late, or maybe it is," he said out in anger again, patting his shoulder while tears fell freely...

I repeated quietly. “Yes, Carter Group.” Dad sounded faintly proud. “I’m assigned to the west division. The people are nice. The facilities are great.” “Dad… Carter Group… you mean Aaron Carter’s company?” “Oh... yes. Aaron Carter. That young billionaire.” He paused. “I haven’t met him personally, but people say he’s a strict leader.” “Angela… is something wrong?” Yes. Something was very wrong. Why would Aaron place Dad inside one of his companies? What was he really after?

Roger said warmly. “Dad, I’m not coming.” Roger chuckled. “You really won’t even do your dad this one favor?” “Dad, you know I don’t understand any of that. Felix can handle it for me.” “I just got off the phone with that future son-in-law of mine.” “What did he say?”

“And why is that?” “My father has strong opinions about homosexuality. And although he was trying his hardest in order to understand me and accept me as I am, he was struggling so badly about it. So until then, I still cannot return still to our home. My mother was there to support me nonetheless so I guess it was a fair trade- off? And she was helping my father to.. you know… accept me as I am.” Aaron said with finally, a smile --- although a sad smile--- but a smile nonetheless, and his eyes were glistening with the hope that one day, he will be finally accepted by his father wholly and truthfully. To erase that negative air, Aaron also added a joke about his father not finding the love le

Davis smiled and said, "Aaron , when will you come home? How long will you stay away? Haven’t you forgiven your father yet?" Aaron replied, "No, Dad, I have forgiven you, but I haven’t forgiven myself. I wish I had been with her at that moment." Hearing this, Mr. Davis said, "I know your wife can’t come back, but you do have your daughter Rosleena. When will you come to meet her?" Aaron answered, "Dad, I’m scared. If I meet her, how will I face her? Am I even worthy of being her father?" Mr. Davis said, "That’s not true. Rosleena has been raised well by her foster mother."

"I'm checking." I stood on stage looking at the two of them, and suddenly I was back at the wedding, watching Dad sit by the kitchen doors with the catering carts behind him and broth stains at his feet, barely daring to clap. Today, he was in the front row, and nobody asked him to move aside. Nobody told him he was in the way of the cameras. After the signing, James shook my hand. "Ms. Reed, looking forward to the partnership." When those words landed, Dad's eyes lit up. He straightened up a little in his seat, like he wanted everyone to know I was his daughter.

Aaron nodded, "he thinks that he done enough and loved enough and there is nothing more that he wants, and wants peace now. He wanted others to take over his place so that can rest. He misses his friends and family as well... so yeah... I am just spending more time with him to get to know him better, when he dies I don't want to regret not trying to know him or not even trying to forgive, I him to go in peace and I want peace for myself as well. So... yeah... I have decided to finally move on." Bryan sighed as he gave him nod, "and so what have ou learned." Aaron smiled and said, "that our dearest father is a cheeky and fun guy, he is usually cheerful and always loves to have fun. He is real

Nathan says as he looks at the cake. "No problem, you wouldn't let us buy you an actual present so that the best we could do," Aaron says with a pointed look. Aaron seems to be the dad of the five siblings. I know Nathan didn't grow up with parents, but Aaron did and he still stepped up when they died. That and his HIV, he's an amazing person I aspire to be as strong as. He actually texted me asking if I wanted to talk with him but I said no, he doesn't need anyone else to worry about.

She covered her mouth. Aaron had panicked the second my father walked in. His jaw practically locked open. "Director... Director Ford... he is... your son?" Until that moment, he had never believed I was actually part of the Ford family. My father's face darkened. He drove a kick into Aaron's chest. "What gives you the right to touch my son?" The kick sent Aaron crashing into the vat behind him. The shattered rim tore open his back, blood quickly soaking through his shirt. He was sweating from the pain, but did not dare make a sound.