Godly Stay Home Dad Novels & Stories

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.

“A taxi driver I trust. And when you’re home, you need to drink more water before you go to bed.” I attempt to roll my eyes. “Yes, Dad. You gonna come tuck me in?” “Not this time.” Cue my blush, spreading over my chest, advancing up my neck. I reach the door and turn, swaying on my feet. Bear looms over me. Beyond him, the bartender gives me a wave. I return it. Two hotties in one night. Shame I made a vow. “Do you have someone who knows you’re here?” Bear asks. “Someone you can call when you get home?” “Uhhh… no.”

He never smiled at me after that confession and seems to be getting mad at me but seeing him smile at me brings so much joy to my heart . “Aren’t you going to say something ?” He asked me again, breaking into my thoughts . I turned and faced him . Why can’t you let me be , my father asked you to be my guardian, he never said that you should stuck my life . My father is strict and he would still let me go out but yet you don’t want me leaving the house without your permission . Staying out is even crazier . I don’t have much to say but I would really appreciate it if you would let me be .” I told him to be as calm as possible as I pulled away from him and turned to face the window .

Half a month later, Dad was released on bail. Although the court of public opinion still stood against him, his wealth and influence allowed him to hire the best legal team. To salvage his image, Dad decided to throw a grand fifteenth birthday party for Callie. He invited celebrities from all fields and even the media. On the surface, it was to celebrate Callie's birthday. But in reality, it was to showcase his image as a loving father and clarify the child abuse rumors. "See how well I treat my stepdaughter, so why would I abuse my own flesh and blood?"

Mas mabuting gumawa siya ng magandang trabaho bilang isang yaya, dahil siguradong babantayan siya nito sa kanyang bawat hakbang. Tinapunan ni Austin ng palihim na tingin si Ellie, ngunit pagkatapos ay nagkunwaring wala siya roon. Direkta niyang kinausap ang kanyang ama. “Naku, Dad, akala ko napag-usapan na natin ito. Hindi ko kailangan ng isang yaya. Ako ay ganap na may kakayahang pangalagaan ang aking sarili. Ikaw at si Ate Melda ay higit pa sa sapat para sa akin."

When I look up, they look away. I feel like a goddamn pariah, but it's my fault. Dad says people will forget once another scandal pops up. But it’s been almost a year. The older crowd still watches me like I’m a cautionary tale. I lean toward my father. “Maybe I should just work from home.” He looks at me like I said something stupid. “Fuck these people. You’re an owner. You had a lapse in judgment. Shit happeneds. You’re fixing yourself. You haven’t crossed a line since. They’ll get over it.”

He's such an attention slut. " You didn't have to trip me. What is it?“ " Dad is coming home this weekend. Mom wants us to be there for a little dinner party.“ Dad works at some oil drilling company off shore. He's almost never home, but when he is, mom cooks a feast and invites all her friends. Where she brags about her amazing and brilliant son, Archie. Archie's trophies, his wonderful girlfriend. Everything. "I'll probably have some party on Saturday. Tell her I love her but I can't make it.“

Meanwhile, Wythe, sitting in the shopping cart beside his dad, decided to offer Lambert some advice. "Dad, do you know why Mom hasn't forgiven you yet?" Lambert glanced at Wythe while picking out vegetables. "Why? Did your mom say something to you?" "Of course not. But I think your approach is the problem!" Wythe replied with a serious expression. Lambert raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean?" "Oh, Dad, you're a boss, not a stay-at-home dad. Acting like one isn't going to help!" Lambert couldn't help but smile as he lightly tapped Wythe's head. "Where do you get all these ideas? Haven't I told you to watch less TV?"

Grace said, looking so surprised. "There are going to be other epic nights; this won't be the last," I said before excusing myself. I know how difficult it must be for Grace to see me like this, but I just don't have time for any partying right now. I was on my way home when Dad called to invite Grace and me over to the house later in the day. He does this occasionally; I guess he wants to make up for the lost times. Since I had nothing to do with Mace anymore, he let my dad go. Dad decided to stay back in New York; he rented an apartment nearby, and he also works in a small accounting firm here in New York. I was kind of glad he was finding his footing once again. I know I detest Mace, but

Dad said and patted my shoulder before leaving Dy’s office. I nodded my head in silent agreement and tried to calm myself down. I love you so much, Jax. I swear to make your wait more than fruitful. You just turned into my very own personal God and no one and no power can ever stop me from loving my God unconditionally.