Full Time Dad Novels & Stories

Dad shouted before I closed my door. Oh god! It's just Thursday and I'm still packed with meetings. I felt exhausted recently, how much more if dad does all the work? Is this how he feels all the time? Half of the working days and I am already tired and exhausted. I wanted to just sleep the whole day hugging my huggable pillows. Dad is already old and he must have enough rest and a proper diet. Now I understand why he is very strict, prompt, and polished.

I still can’t believe a year has passed as I look back. Months have gone by, yet there’s still no news of what happened to Hade. These days, I’m buried in my new book. I’m so busy that I barely have time to rest. On top of writing, I still manage housework, take care of Mom and Paris, and keep up with school and work-related tasks. Dad doesn’t care. He lounges around the house, laughing here and there, drinking, and bossing us around. He said his body could no longer handle the work, with age catching up to him; he had just turned fifty-two last month.

That had been his schedule literally my entire life. My mom worked part-time at a daycare in the office, only two days a week. Financially, she never needed to work. Her parents left the house and land to them that I grew up on and they never had to have a mortgage. My dad could likely retire now from the factory where he worked, but he had a cushy supervisor position these days and I supposed it gave him something to do. I wasn’t even in the shower for a minute when Jude joined me and he again showed me with his body how he indeed felt about me. A girl could surely get used to this.

“You think you’re so perfect. You’re nothing, Kadeer. You’re just a wannabe. Your friends are successful, but you’re just a construction worker, who has all of these crazy dreams about owning a business. You’ve been talking about this forever. And yeah, you do for the girls, but so what? I need a break. It’s a lot dealing with five children. You go to work, but you don’t have to deal with them all the time like I have to.” “Skylar, you know what you’re saying isn’t true. They are with me more than you are. Even when you know I have to go to work, you bring them to me. So please stop. And if you felt so overwhelmed, then why didn’t you bring them to me? I’m their father! You know why you real

she rapped and walked briskly out of the room. Mum is someone who loves keeping to time with everything. A hardworker who, despite the stress of working nine to five, still makes out time to care for a sick child, cook and even make my favourite snacks sometimes. Ever since dad left, she'd been the only one catering for our needs and even paying Caleb's tuition in the university. I won't describe my dad as a bad person though. His second family consists of his wife and three children whom he must cater for. Once in a blue moon, when he manages to sneak past them, he visits us with some foodstuffs and fruits. I resent him at times but I still love him. That's one thing about family; You can n

I work my ass off every day to make your mother proud of me- to show you how to be the best alpha you can. Now, you are going to be a father in 6 short weeks, you need to make amends with Bethany in order to co-parent effectively to raise our future alpha. I have faith in you. You can do this. If I can, you can.” I find myself staring at him in wonder, shock, fear, amazement, surprise… Woah! Then everything hits like a wrecking ball, I know what I have to do! “What’s the time dad?” Dad checks his Rolex, “Eight fifteen.”

he started, “I’m a man. And men have urges. I mean… you left for two months.” “I was working!” “Exactly!” He snapped, “you’re always working. You never have time for me. It was inevitable.” I flinched like he’d slapped me. “I spend everyday working my ass if ever since I graduated. I don’t come from fancy old money Jayden,” I shouted. “I don’t have daddy’s million dollars to cushion my fall. You know that and you…” I jabbed a finger in his chest. “I trusted you. You’re the only man I’d ever been with in my life.”

I love it when she trembles under my eyes. "Well, of course, we're not that old," my dad blurts out, putting a hand on his chest as if he's offended. I don't think my father will ever be 'too old' to fuck. His sex addiction is too strong. He's going to be a Hugh Hefner until the day he dies and I'll continue to provide him with every ten that shows up at my company because he deserves it, "Anyway... How was your first day at work?"

"Yeah... of course." "But there are guests at the house today," he added quickly. "My friend just became a dad. He didn't have a venue for the baby's one-month celebration, so they're using our place." He looked at me carefully. "You don't mind, do you?" I used to think he was something otherworldly. Whenever I was bullied, he always appeared like a hero in a storybook. Whenever I was sick, he stayed calm, steady. One winter, the two of us had gone out to buy fireworks. We passed by a couple arguing. The girl was in tears—turned out the guy had lied to her and snuck off to meet another woman.

I sit up, blinking in the bright light, and see Dad coming down toward me. “Hey, kiddo.” “Hi, Dad. It’s five already?” “Five-thirty, actually. I got held up at work.” Dad’s a supervisor at an electrical company, and after years of working holidays, weekends, and midnights, has a nice Monday-through-Friday, nine-to-five job. “Everything good?” I ask, lazily stretching and grabbing my cover-up. I pull it over my head, and the sheer material sticks to the sweat on my back.