Aaron Rodgers Dad Novels & Stories

He is more than happy to hear this news. "Uh- as soon as possible..?" "Good, let's meet them tomorrow. You stay the night here. I want to cook something that you'll like." he smiles and looks at his wife. Hai Yin smile and said to Aaron. "That's right. Stay the night here. Your dad has been missing you so badly. I never knew that you are his son. Thank you for taking care of me and my family back then Andy." Aaron smile at her. He's happy to see his father right now. Despite that his father once a 'Grim Reaper' and the most terrifying assassins, he never imagines that his father had a charming side.

Aaron was still slumped over the counter, his head in his hands. Was this about… last night? I stared at him for a few moments, a strange tightness squeezing my chest, before slipping back into the room and sinking onto the bed. Is he really that hurt? . I took the last bite of pasta, chasing it with a glass of water. Wine was off the table—at least in my father’s eyes. To him, his daughter had no alcoholic bone in her body anymore, and I had to keep that up. I nodded absently at whatever Dad and Aaron were talking about. For the past hour, Dad had done nothing but gush over Aaron like he was some celebrity. I started to wonder if he truly admired Aaron’s brains, or if deep down, he just wan

“Dad, how long have you known Aaron?” He looked from me to my mom, who was back in a chair eating her sandwich, and then back again. “Well, my whole life,” he replied with a shrug. “I mean… I didn’t know him well because he was just a work associate of my parents’, but I knew who he was. He was pretty important to the operation back then, as he is now.” It seemed so strange to me. My sister was dating someone my dad had known when he was a little kid. So bizarre.

Ryan consoled his younger brother, who was sniffling like a baby in Ryan's comforting embrace. Perhaps resigning from the CEO position had been a rash decision on Aaron's part, but it felt like the right choice for both son and father. Mr. Alit hadn't made any effort to reach out to Aaron all this time, so why should Aaron continue working at his father's office when his feelings weren't even considered?

They couldn't stop touching each other, nor holding any part of each other's bodies. However, they realise their phones might be in danger. When Aaron was about to tuck the phones below him, beneath the cloth as he acted as a shield to it, there was an unread message from his mother. He covers his phone from the rain to read, [Aaron... Your father is no more. He passed away this afternoon. Please come home, son. I'm scared.]

Aaron's eyes bore into me. "I just came to say hello to your father and possibly your mother." I meekly said. I looked up to see their father glaring at me. "My wife isn't here. So cut the bullshit and tell us why you are really out here." He said harshly. I flinched back and Aaron wrapped his arm around my waist. "That's no way talking to my mate like that, Dad." He growled. Oscar stepped out and hugged him. "Glad to see you father." I knew he tried to change the topic.

“Where are the gift packets she asked to bring?” Oh, so the lovely ray of sunshine was Felix Martinez. Aaron’s father and a prick from what little he talked about his family with me. He was a bit religious and didn’t like how Aaron was gay and dating (fucking) me. If it wasn’t for his mother, he would have never opened about liking men to his parents. I was grateful that my dad, Cillian, was cooler than his and embarrassingly took me out for drinks and tried to be a wingman with every handsome man we came across.

I smiled at my mum, as I also squeze Maddy’s hand under the table. “So.. Aaron. How are you?” My dad asked Aaron. Aaron looked at my dad , groggily of course. My dad had turned cold toward Aaron since the Emily giving birth incident. “I am good, dad.” Aaron answered as he nodded his head. “I saw you making the headlines for my daughter the other days. I am so thankful for you, but as you already know, I can not just let it go just like that, because my daughter accepted you back, does not mean that I accepted you again. If Emily did not change her mind and if only you are not my bestfriend’s son. I really have had lots of list on what should I do to you if I met you.” He said.

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”