Father Names Novels & Stories

I shook my head, “He’s just a friend dad, he’s helping me get away from all the Steve drama and the Darren drama.” He looked over to the kids, “You know I love you to death right kiddo, but I feel like I need to say this. You need to settle down, you’ve got 3 kids, 2 are biologically yours and they all have different fathers. You don’t get help with any of them, I’m telling you Ian is a real man, he won’t act up like those boys did. I thought when you met Steve you would settle down but it was always rocky. He needs to grow the fuck up that kid.”

Also again, I couldn’t seem to look away. “What’s the occasion?” I asked, gesturing toward the bourbon with a tilt of my chin. Marcus didn’t answer right away. He stared upward, swaying slightly, the muscles in his back tight with whatever storm was brewing in him. “Theodore. Arthur. Frederick. Wilder.” He rattled off the names like a prayer. Or a curse. I recognized them immediately. “Middle names,” I said, treading carefully. I swallowed hard. “They’re all surnames, your father’s?”

He kept talking about his father and I realized that he hadn’t even mentioned a name at all. Andros gave me a long look, hesitating to tell me what his father’s name was. He must be thinking that I was only playing with him. “Andros, you’ve mentioned your father several times now, but you’ve never actually told me his name,” I added with a calm and measured voice. “Just tell me who your father is.” Andros’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of uncertainty cross his features. “My father,” he began, his words laced with a hint of reluctance, “is Alpha Theron.”

Like, Loid and Louis and Logan, why is that? I looked at her, holding back the urge to laugh. It wasn't possible that I was nervous about this. I could see her blink at me; it was obvious that she didn't want to have a serious conversation now, which made me immensely relieved. I didn't even know what to do now; knowing about Louis had confused me about what my next step should be at the moment. — It's a tradition in my father's family. The older brother, when he has sons, chooses a name with the first letter of his name. It's the kind of family nonsense that I don't understand at all.

He takes my hand and gives me an apologetic look before explaining. "Cull is my father's family name. My name is Cull Reme. Reme is the name my parents gave me. Ta is my Mother and Aunt's family name from their father. Dus is Fren's family name. Goma will carry her father's family name, but when she mates her offspring will have her mate's family name. Males carry their family names down the lines. My civilian everyday name is Reme, but please feel free to call me whatever you desire," Cull says and my mouth drops open. Pure surprise overtakes me and I forget I am around people I just met. How can I be living with someone and not even know their name? We had dinner last night and I told him

Cynthia asked, hoping she did. "Yes, his name is Dorcas." "Nomed Dorcas?" Cynthia asked. "I don't remember hearing aunty Sonia calling him Nomed, but I did hear her call him Dorcas." "Nomed Natas is his father's name, Nomed Dorcas is definitely his. But don't worry, you'll get to know more about him when the time comes." Cynthia said, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I have to get going, I'm late for work." "Bye, mom."

“How about naming them after our fathers?” Eric frowned. “That is going to be a little hard.” Cat didn’t understand what he meant until he clarified. And it was something she should have thought of herself. “I have one father that I held dear, but you, Cat, have two. Jack and Alex. I would not want to upset any of them. So the names we choose need to be a fresh start.”

"Okay. Well, it has to be strong; his father is in the mafia, after all." "It also has to be nice. I don't want our son to be an asshole." Adam chuckled and said, "with us as parents, that will be impossible." "How about Bruce?" "Why Bruce?" I stayed quiet as a grin came across my face. Adam rolled his eyes. "No. We are not naming our son after a comic book character." I let out a frustrated sigh and rolled my eyes. "Fine. How about-" "Not Erik!" "Okay. Since you want to be serious, how about we call him Lewis or John? Those were real people."

"No, I haven't named him yet." He nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. Bryan didn't make a move to come closer but continued to watch as his son nursed. Names hadn't been on my mind at all since his birth. I just wanted to survive long enough to be part of his life. Without much thought, I realized there weren't any names I wanted for my son. It's not like I would choose to name him after my father. No, that man could rot in hell and didn't deserve to have a child named after him. "I don't know many male names that I would want to pass down from my family. I've only known my father, but I would rather die than name a child after him."

He even looked like a dad! Shawn looked down at Joshua. "I'm also confused. Your surname is Warm. Of course, it's because your father's surname is Warm." Ninety-nine percent of people would follow their father's surname, especially the boys. Shawn was also too sensitive to the surname 'Warm'. That was why he subconsciously thought of Gale when he heard this little boy's name. It was because he thought too much. Joshua replied, "I don't have a father."