Father I'll Take Care Of You Novels & Stories

The beeping of the heart monitor echoes in the room while I'm bandaging a burn injury on a young boy's forearm. His mother is holding his hand, her eyes wide with a fear I've seen a thousand times. "You're being so brave…" I murmur to him, my voice calm and completely in control. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I ignore it. I can't afford the distraction right now, and in any case, it's probably the babysitter with another question about dinner. The vibration from the call fades, but my phone rings with another call immediately after.

I looked at him upright and replied calmly. He took a deep breath and brought me closer to him and said desperately, "Elaira, I am sure father has poisoned you against me. I know you love me very much and can't be so cruel to me. Father will not think a second before discarding you after getting his hands on the formulation of the medicine like he did to your mother."

My father wrapped his hand around me, taking me into his arms and tapping his hand on my head. "Our Julian has always been a fighter; he will not give up easily!" His encouraging words made me feel better. "I am staying here for tonight." He revealed the information while breaking the hug. "Let's take care of him together!” He mumbled, and I couldn't help but smile—I thought in my mind that I needed someone to encourage me, and my father came for me as he read my thoughts. "I'll take care of the police matter; don't worry!" "Samuel has already taken care of them, Dad!" I replied

“It's crazy, but whatever Georgina is up to or is wrong with her then that's her problem, for now I just want you to be careful and avoid them, people who do bad will always get what they deserve, don't worry about those two dad, they don't deserve it” “Alright my dear, hoping you're doing so well, and please always remember to take care of yourself, and you can always tell me if you need help and wants me to come over, you know I'll always be there for you, cause you'll forever be my baby girl, my daughter, the one I love” On hearing my father's sincere love for me, my face melted into a smile, “Thank you dad and always take care of yourself okay?” “Of course honey, I'll always take care of

There were sixteen and they both loved staying up late doing whatever kids did. Binging shows, and texting friends. I would miss them too but they didn't really need me that much the way they used to. They will be fine on their own. My heels echoed against the marble as I headed for Papà’s office. I rarely went in there—I preferred not to know too much about his business. Rule number one of having a Mafia Boss as a father. No Questions. I knocked, waiting for his voice. “Come in.” Papà was seated behind his desk in a room filled with men in black suits.

"You should get used to him baby doll. He is going to be your father-in-law and he's one of the best men I know. You know I only choose the best for you." "But Dad, you chose his son for me." I point out the obvious. "Of course I did silly girl. What I'm trying to tell you is that a good man will raise a good man. That's all." "Alright Dad. When do I get ready?" "I'm sure Anthony will text you the details." "But he doesn't have my number." "He's highly resourceful and influential. I'd be surprised if he didn't already have your number." That sounds wrong on so many levels, but I let it be.

It's all because of his shit of a father. That's a problem I'll handle tomorrow. Tonight, though, My concern is him. I hug him tightly and whisper softly, “I'm proud of you. You went through so much, and you're so strong. I'm amazed and beyond proud of your strength. You are good enough, You're worth more than your father or anyone could ever afford” He nods and sniff “Everything has ended. You don't have to worry about that anymore. I've got you now” “You promise?"

He needs to know that you are not missing" The man looked like he was about to cry. "Never! how can I go back to my father looking like this. How do I go back to my father with this Injured leg. Who will take care of who when I go back to him? you know he is aged! he said, almost in tears. "I want to help you sir. I want to help you so you can help your father. I remember he said you were the only son who cares about him. I want to help you go for the remaining surgeries so you can be strong enough for your father. Please let me help"

"You're my only daughter. I've only ever loved your mother. No one else matters—you're my one and only!" As he spoke, he gently wiped Susan's tears with his sleeve. "Don't cry, my precious girl. It breaks my heart to see you like this. I know these years have been tough for you and Miranda. "Here's what I'll do: I'll buy you ten houses and give you a car. No more hard times for my little girl! Everything will be in your name!" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me.

I look my father in his eyes as I finish my concerns. “Close your eyes, hear my words. You are more than ready to handle this. While I hold the same concern for your well being as you do I promise I wouldn’t have prepared all of this to happen if I felt you weren’t ready. I am with you every step of the way. Keep an open mind, I promise you I’ve got you.”