Full Time Dad Novels & Stories

Dad winks at me while pursing his lips. ****** "Have a good day at work baby," Dad calls out as I exit his car. I look back and wave smiling at him. "Thanks pops, you too." I make a peace sign with my fingers and walk away. He chuckles, nodding his head and driving away. He doesn't really need to drive far. Dad works as a construction worker. He was hired along with a large group to construct new cabins in the vineyard that apparently will be part of the BnB that they already have.

as the media dubs him, smile only at me. But the media is a bunch of assholes, because they forget that he’s been such a devout single parent ever since he was young. My dad hasn’t aged much. At thirty-seven going on thirtyeight, he still has a strong build that fills out his suit. He’s tall and broad and has an eight-pack. No kidding. He’s the healthiest man I know. But he also has a few age lines that make him the wisest ever—aside from a certain someone.

Nevertheless, it is just an endearment anyway and our friendship is something more important. I smiled at the thought of him. Stubborn playboy! I shove my thoughts away and did my usual morning routine. Afterwards, I headed downstairs to eat breakfast. Dad isn't home since he's off early this day to his clinic. He's a veterinarian by profession and my mom's a secretary for dad.

“Mama, I miss dad.” My mom traced her thumb on my sister's soft cheeks soothingly and said, “Baby you know daddy's job is difficult but he will be free soon and we can all go for picnic together and have lots of fun.” My father was a detective in the NYPD and he was known for his honesty and bravery all around Manhattan. His study was filled with his medals and trophies but he never let his professional life mix with his personal life. He was dealing with a dangerous case for some time now and is always busy with night shifts and overtimes.

NATHAN'S POV Being a full-time father wasn’t in my plans, but the moment I held Hope in my arms and saw her smile, everything changed. My life used to revolve around work, stress, and late-night deadlines at the restaurant. Now, every morning started with soft giggles, a bottle, and the routine of dressing her tiny body in pink or purple onesies. She never cried when I dropped her off at school—not once. Her teacher always said the same thing: "She's quiet, polite, and smiles a lot."

They’d never met her, hadn’t known she existed, much less known what happened when she called my dorm room sophomore year. Second? Neither Mom nor Dad have much in the way of empathy. Dad has always been “all business.” Spent all his time at school before he retired, and after retirement, traveling and giving seminars. He always made sure my summers were busy, full of athletic and academic camps, day programs, chores and the books he wanted me to read. We never played catch, went fishing, or flew any kites.

my dad responds and that tone makes Saint scowl hard, "Bernard isn't my errand boy, he's my Head of Security and currently my best employee. I trusted him with something I would only trust my second hand and he delivered perfectly. I also trust him with my most beloved possession, my son. He is the best." "You don't have to tell me that, I know he’s the best. I also know he hasn’t even shown you his full potential," she responds with a serious tone and then turns those sharp eyes to Saint. Him and I are the only ones still standing, but I just don't feel comfortable sitting down while he looks so ready to blow up. I know I don't have the physical strength to stop him if he decides to pounce

he said. Ivan and I turn around and looked at dad surprised at what he suggested. He never takes us to school. He's always too busy with work. "Why?" Ivan asked narrowing his eyes. "I can't take my sons to school?" He said raising his eyebrows. "You've never done it before" Ivan said coldly, getting defensive. "And what about work?" I ask. Dad sighs. "I am making time for your first day at school and i know I haven't always been there and I'm sorry, I'm.." dad hesitates a bit then continues "I'm trying to do better, to be the father you deserve".

“I bet that is a job. What about the farm? Taking care of the farm is a job.” Oliver took another bite of eggs before washing it down with juice. “We live here. That’s not a job.” I couldn’t help but laugh. He had some sound reasoning. “I’ve been a single parent since, well, forever. I worked a lot back in New York. This is a big change for him.” “I think it’s great,” Alex said. “A fulltime dad makes you a very lucky little man.” Oliver nodded his head. “Yep.” “I just hope I can be both,” I told her.

So, without hesitation, he said: "Brother, you need to be sure of one thing—if anything bad were to happen, I would never abandon your family. Your kids will be like my own, whether it’s Alden, Ethan, or your babies. I’ll love and take care of them as if they were mine. Though, I have to admit... I’m still new to this whole full-time dad thing. I’m not exactly an expert. But I’m sure I’ll figure it out. I mean... What could possibly go wrong?"