Full Time Dad Novels & Stories

Dad raises his voice but manages to sound disappointing in a way that makes me feel both small and young again, like a child who has messed up and feels tinier than ever. “I know. And I'm sorry, Dad. I'm doing everything I can. I just can't do both. I can't be there to help full time and work.” Doesn't he see that I'm also in a tough position, that I'm trying my hardest to make everything work for all of us?

“Declan and I, we helped create you and your mommy grew you in her tummy.” “We knowed dat part!” Kellan announces, earning a nervous grunt from Kade. “Right, well “that part” doesn’t make us dads. See, being a dad is way more special but you have to earn it. Declan and I want the chance to earn being your dads but we’d need to spend time with you, play with you, read you stories and put you to bed at night, that kind of stuff.”

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

Saw us in the garden, tiny fingers in mine. He'd be the tough-love dad doing math problems with the kid at the table. I'd handle the rest, every scraped knee and bedtime story. We fought over how to raise them—me, all about ambition; him, just wanting happy and healthy. Our first real fight was over that. Loud. Messy. Real. Now? Watching him lose it, eyes bloodshot, fists clenched— I felt nothing. Just sick. "You don't get to talk about him, Quentin. That baby was doomed from day one. Nobody wanted him. Why bring him here just to suffer?"

"Why do you talk like that? Do you realize you're not a good parent? Dad." Never having heard his father speak like this before, David felt strange so he gave a response like his words. "Look, no parents are perfect, I'm aware of that, I don't want to say I'm a father without flaws, but at least I've become a father who can give you a very decent life like so far." As a super busy father, Justin managed to make David financially fit but he made it his son, lacking time and attention. David couldn't fully blame his parents for spending more of their time on business and business partners.

The sweetness is slowly evaporating from her voice. My dad holds up his hands in faux surrender. “I don’t mean to be rude. I just want to make sure you understand the world you’re signing up for. Men like Cole and me, we work long hours. He won’t have much time to spend with you, let alone hear about and pay attention to what’s going on in your life.” Nicole doesn’t say anything.

“I don’t have time either, Dad. That’s what the trainers are for, right?” Cocking his head, he shrugged. “And I’m not asking, Kaden. I’m telling you to go put in some face time with the kids, play nice for a couple of minutes, and then you can come back to whatever it is you’re so busy with.” I was busy brokering a deal that would make him at least eight million dollars, but that didn’t matter to him. It never did. I was pretty sure Dad thought I sat down here and played solitaire on my computer all day.

Wait, what? He shook Lupus's hand. Lupus nodded shyly. It looks like he's still afraid of people. Dad followed. "Welcome to the family then, son." "T-thank you sir." "Definite not. Call me dad." "Yeah, and you can just call me Kev." Kevin added. "O-okay." "Now, let's have dinner. I'm hungry!" "Yeah!" Kevin and dad started yelling like crazy while heading into the kitchen. Those two. Like usual, dad cooked dinner. Since mom is the breadwinner of the family dad does most of the chores and cooking in the house. He quit his job to take care of mom even though she's perfectly fine.

And some things leave no apologies when they go. Take Dad for example. He’s now a full-time home stayer. That’s not even a real term in the dictionary, but it fits him perfectly. He barely goes out anymore. He walks around the house like a retired ghost. He doesn’t shave most days. He talks to the television like it was his last friend. He used to be this unstoppable force—proud, always tapping his pen against the table while making plans. Now, he just stares. At nothing in particular but the TV.

"Thanks, Dad. How is Mom holding up?" Dad chuckles. "Your mom always feels her water is going to break everytime. I feel like I'm going to have an heart attack one day" I laughed. "You can't blame her. Her due date is near so she's bound to go into labour at anytime now" "True. The chicken wings is on the house, guys" Maxton rises up from his chair, hugging Dad tightly. "You're the best, Mr. V" I hated whenever Dad gave my friends and I free food. He needed to make a living as well, didn't he?. Work is work no matter what.