I Became A Doting Father Novels & Stories

His hazel eyes watched me with love and trust while his dark hair ruffled under the light breeze. God, how he reminded me of his father. The familiar pain hit my chest, but it was gone quickly. I had worked hard to forget the pain and loss of his father. My son was a reminder, but in a good way. I liked to think of my husband as he could have been if he wasn’t corrupted by all the events in his life. I squeezed the lotion into my hands and applied it over his exposed skin. Matteo had a year-round tan, just like his father. But I was paranoid and used lots of sunscreen.

But it’s movement. For the first time, Dad has agreed to actually start the process. I look down at my phone. Then toward the hallway again. I can’t help smiling. Maybe things really are changing. Not just with my father. With Adrian too. And for the first time since this marriage began, I feel like I’m finally getting the life I wanted.

It was a life full of challenges and surprises, but more importantly, it was a life full of love. Luke sprawled out in front of me, his head resting comfortably in my lap, speaking softly to the new life growing inside me. His voice, muffled against my swollen belly, was a melody of excitement and tenderness. He spoke to our unborn daughter affectionately, telling her about the world awaiting her arrival, about the family eager to welcome her. Moments like these showcased the depth of Luke's transformation from a man haunted by fears of inadequacy to a father whose heart was boundless in its capacity to love and nurture.

Celine, with a twinkle in her eye, cleared her throat and began to speak. "Dad, on this special day, we want to take a moment to celebrate you and all the amazing qualities that make you the incredible father that you are. Your kindness, compassion, and unwavering support have always been a guiding light in our lives." She paused for a moment, her eyes shining with admiration, before continuing, "You have this awesome ability to make us feel safe, loved, and valued. Your patience and understanding, especially during difficult times, have taught us the importance of resilience and perseverance."

I greeted with a nod as I walked past him and to my desk, smoothly sliding into my seat and then leaned back in the plush leather chair and lifted my legs onto the table as I raised an eyebrow at my father. "Don't concern yourself about that, I've taught her a lesson she's sure to never forget," I answered him, using the usual monotone I always use on him. My father, or should I say sperm donor was to put it lightly, a manipulative cold-hearted asshole, who was able to influence me and get me into his way of thinking. He was a killer, unlike myself who hated getting my hands dirty with blood, he loves to take the lives of those he hates with his own bare hands.

~I woke up wet this morning.~ Xavier POV: Couple of days ago, Dad told me he is dating someone with marriage in his mind and I don't care. I seriously don't. My Dad was never married. He had me while he was dating and that woman, whom I should be calling mother, gave birth to me and left. I have never seen her nor she showed up. It has always been me, Dad and his work. So, now when he wants to find happiness for himself, there is no way I am going to be a hurdle in the way of his happiness.

Like serious my marriage with her is tied with me being the CFO if Dill's corporation, my dad's company is really a big deal. " But dad, mom what if str doesn't like me?" "I'll surely find a way to make her like you, my son is a good boy after all" my dad said he can really do anything for our marriage he is confident this time ughhh I'm f*e up with all these really. ******

When I saw the message, I was surprised. My father had heard that I was joining the Town Revitalization Program. Instead of criticizing me, he had sent several encouraging emojis. Then came his messages. [Son, I hope you can live as yourself, not only as a father or a husband. You should be yourself first, just like your mother was.] [There's nothing wrong with being a father or a husband, but before you can play a role for someone else, you need to find yourself first.] [That's why I support you. I wish you the very best!]

"Today, Sterling Group's CEO is holding a celebration for his newborn son. For security reasons, everyone must show an invitation." The CEO of Sterling Group? That was me. Back when my brother, Leonard Sterling, took over as chairman, he insisted I hold a title in the company. So, he was the chairman, while I was the CEO. But I didn't even know I had a son. While I was lost in thought, the man had already lost his patience. "Sorry, but you can't enter without an invitation. You need to leave now." After saying that, he shot me a sidelong glance.

Carol always noticed. “We’ve known each other for quite a very long time,” I took a deep sigh and answered. “Since we were kids. My father used his dad a lot. He was a weapons guy. The kind of man who’d sell bullets with a handshake and a smile. He and my father fell out over something. Nobody ever told us what. One day they were partners, the next day they weren’t speaking.” Carol’s eyes narrowed in suspicion of the whole mess around us and honestly? I didn’t blame her.