Full Time Dad Novels & Stories

“And that sounds like the most normal thing in the world. He was affectionate with my mom. He woke me up in the mornings. He sat at the edge of my bed when I had a fever. He came to my stupid little sports games even when I was benched the whole time. He lived with us, Jas. Not a ‘weekend dad.’ Not a ‘sometimes he remembers your birthday’ dad. A dad who… brewed coffee and forgot to turn the stove off.” My brow lifted. “That sounds… almost human.” Adrian gave half a smile, then lost it again. “Yeah. A very human man with a very organized way of keeping another part of his life in a drawer that never opened in our house.” Drawer, clicked somewhere in the back of my mind.

He's busy and I can't help but feel gloomy, as if the dark clouds are hanging over my head. "I don't even know what I'm doing with him, Dad." I sigh when Dad gets me to open up after we finish our dinner. Edwin is doing the dishes and clearing the table since Dad cooked for us. He won't let me help him, telling me that Dad misses me and he wants me to spend more time with him. Gah...if only I could find someone as kind and as appreciative as Edwin. The man knows when to tune out, he works in finance and Dad told me it's a cutthroat industry. But when Edwin's home he focuses on Dad and has been ever since they were officially a couple. "What happened between nap time and dinner? Did he call?"

They have made a lot of sacrifices and commitments to see that I was where I am today. Dad works as a sales representative at a superstore called Lulu Bells, and just recently he was promoted to the position of sales manager. My mum works as a freelance makeup artist. We are not what you call rich, but we are not poor either. We are always contented with whatever we can lay our hands-on.

My tone was sincere and filled with warmth. "You seem to be over the moon and tired at the same time, but No problem," Mum responded, her smile radiating warmth, while my dad mentioned his role as the father of the day at the important ceremony he would be attending tomorrow. “Mum, I have told you earlier that I'm busy. Remember?” I said reminding her but my dad cut in, “poor little girl,” he said, a pitiful gesture on his face, “but can't we just have a little family conversation, sweetheart.” He asked.

“You don’t know how much I think I needed to hear that. Phil tried to get in my head tonight. Even though I didn’t play in to his little tantrum, the stuff he said bothered me. But, I don’t want to talk about him anymore. What are your parents like?” His smile did not falter but the light in his eyes seemed to dim. “Both workaholics. Dad is a doctor, a general practitioner here in town. He sees patients from eight in the morning until four in the afternoon. Comes home for dinner and then goes back out to do his rotations at the hospital. Spends Saturdays at the golf course, makes his required appearances at church on Sundays not because he particularly wants to but because it would be hard t

"Anything, I'll eat whatever you make." When she was about to leave, she leaned down and kissed her son on the cheek, then looked at Curtis. "Your breakfast is just average, try to improve it." Since she was in a rush to get to work, she didn't stay any longer and left. Curtis watched Margot's leaving figure, then looked at the child in his arms. He felt almost tearful. He had just started being a full-time dad for a day, but he already felt overwhelmed. Mainly because his son was too demanding, not sleeping much at night, and wanting him to play with him.

He always came home to a hot meal, and his clothes were laid out the night before, every day without fail. When our son came along, I took charge of every aspect of his care, big and small. No matter how much my heart ached, I never let out a word of complaint. I watched his business empire expand, his days and nights swallowed by endless work. Each time our little boy cried out for his dad, I would soothe him with tales of his father, the superhero, battling villains, urging him to be understanding. I clung to the hope that once Elias's company found its footing, we would have all the time in the world to be a family. There was no rush.

It's just a call from dad and those imbeciles will be cringing and bending their stupid rules and giving her what she wants. “You don't have to worry dear, daddy has gat your back. I pulled a few strings and got you a role in the project. You should be offered a contract tomorrow in the latest” Dekunle informed. “Thanks honey, I know you can do this. Now, our daughter is happy again. I can't bear to see her sad and broken” Benny chimed, her voice echoing excitement. “Thanks dad. I trust my dad's capabilities. You're the best and I love you dad” Diana chimed, jumping up in excitement.

I pulled away from the hug and clears my throat. He looks at me unsure.. but I passed him a weak smile and look away from him. "After my mom left, my dad was good to me for a little while..." I smiled as those happy days flashed through my mind. ".... he tried his best to balance his work and taking care of me..." My smile falters. ".... Dad did it for ten years or so, until he couldn't anymore... he started getting tired... he'd come home everyday looking so tired and worn out...but he didn't have a choice, he still has to take care of him"

I can see the warmth in Daddy's eyes as he looks me over. He's so proud of me. I'm his little girl and I beat the system, or so he puts it. Daddy's a blue-collar guy from head to toe, and his construction job is the only thing he's known for a good ten years. His hours aren't even normal, going in when the sun's dying so he can come back late at night.