I Became A Doting Father Novels & Stories

" I'm guilty on that haha" " And lastly, I'm going to miss the only father I have in this building," I said smiling and looking at Danielle. He looks confused and points himself out. " You mean me?" I chuckled and nod at him that making them all laugh. " What the fvck? Why did I become a father?" I smiled, " well you remind me of my father. You are the only person who can lighten up my mood and the one who always gives advice. The most caring one."

Abby: I held my father, my lover, my husband in my arms. I loved him as much as I loved anyone in the world. No one could come anything close to as handsome, as my dad. The four days that I can remember being the happiest was when I gave birth to our daughter, when I married my husband and dad, when he asked me to marry him and when I got the D.N.A. results. I had never been happier than that day. But dad and I have had many days that have been wonderful.

she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury. "I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.

I say, as I storm towards their crate, while Rieka just sits there all smiles. ' Fatherhood is not going to be easy, but I think I am going to enjoy it' ###############

It still doesn't feel real. I'm going to be a father. I'm going to have a child of my own. A family of my own. I'm going to be responsible for another life. I'm happy... Of course, I'm happy. Actually, I'm more than happy - I'm elated. I've always wanted to be a father, always dreamed about what it would be like to raise my own pups. To teach them all the things that my own father taught me. To guide them through life until they're able to do so themselves. To create memories with them that no one can ever take away.

In those quiet moments, I whispered promises of love and protection to our unborn child, vowing to be the best father. "Isla," I whispered, my voice filled with tenderness, "our baby will be safe, surrounded by love, and cherished beyond measure. As their father, I promise to devote every moment to their happiness and well-being. We will raise our child together, and no matter the challenges, love will always guide us through."

My father's chuckles subsided, replaced by a warm tone. "Knoxville, I'm impressed. You must really be smitten. I'll see what I can do." A surge of hope filled my chest. "Thanks, Dad. I owe you one." Here's the revised version with added descriptions and edits: "I'm excited that after all these years, you've finally found someone you love," my father said, his warm voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. I nodded vigorously, even though he couldn't see me. A mix of emotions swirled inside me - guilt, excitement, and determination.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY my father was so frustrated that he barely attended the morning meetings" "Your father was in love with your mother?" Catori asked. "Nah, that is not love, it's merely obsession, my mother is a very pretty woman, prettier than you, she was like the queen fairy descendant, my father was never in love with her"

She didn’t sound convinced, but at least she wasn’t arguing. My dad cleared his throat, folding the newspaper and setting it aside. “So, about Ian,” he started, his voice careful. “What kind of man is he? I mean, we haven’t met him properly, and now… well, you’re having his child. We just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into.” I could feel the weight of the question. They still didn’t know the half of it. And they couldn’t. Not yet. “He’s… great,” I said, trying to sound confident. “He’s really supportive and responsible. He’s been by my side through everything. I know this seems fast, but I love him, Dad.”

"Do you love her?" "More than anything." "Can you imagine life without her?" "No. It would be... empty." "Perfect then… you're ready." He hugged me. "Thanks, Dad. For everything. For showing me what a good man looks like." I held him tight. My firstborn. My son. A man now. "You did that yourself, Rowan. I just gave you the foundation. You built the rest." Downstairs, Isla was helping Sarah get ready. I could hear them laughing or crying… Maybe both.