I Became A Doting Father Novels & Stories

My heart swelled with emotion as I caught sight of my son, swaddled in blankets, his tiny features peaceful in repose. I approached his bassinet, a mixture of pride and wonder coursing through me. Gazing at Damian, a part of me felt the pure bliss that came with the realization of fatherhood. I whispered close to his ear, "Your daddy will make sure you grow to become a strong, handsome man who won't die helplessly to any disease, okay?" The words, spoken in a gentle murmur, carried the weight of a father's promise—a vow to protect and nurture. With a lingering look at Damian, I made my way out of the room. The nursery door closed softly behind me, sealing the precious moments within. The cor

I said. “You're making me worried. Talk to me,” she persuaded. “The role of fatherhood wasn't played perfectly by my father. He was pathetic to me, if you ask,” I explained. “So what has that got to do with you?” She asked. “What if it ends up playing the role just as he did? I mean, I have barely eight months to get prepared,” I explained. “Hey, look at me. You're not as pathetic as your father. You're the best man I have ever met,” she said.

I started, my voice low, “it was just me and me alone. I would struggle through it all by myself. Calling the doctors, watching the monitors, sitting there praying he’d pull through. No one else was there. It was just me.” Elena’s eyes softened. She reached across the table and touched my hand lightly. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.” “No, no,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I want to talk about it. Really.” I took a deep breath and continued. “Dad may not be the perfect father. He’s harsh most of the time. He lacks emotion. Not to forget he is very strict and completely business-oriented, not family-oriented at all. But… he sure does love his only son. That’s me.”

He said wiping that stray tear off his face. “Her father, Joseph Martin, a business tycoon, got the news of her daughter’s pregnancy and gone mad. He thought it was my plan to get her pregnant and I manipulated her into it. It was Ivy who forgot the birth control pills for months but I don’t regret it, you know. Because of that I got to know my son. My beautiful son.” His smile disappeared as he mentioned his son.

The baby's skin was delicate and warm, and I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me. "Hello there, little one," I whispered. "I'm your father. I promise I'll be here for you every moment from now on." The baby cooed and gurgled, seemingly content to be held in my arms. I couldn't help but smile, overcome with love and joy. I knew that my life would never be the same again, but I was more than ready to take on the challenges and responsibilities of fatherhood. As I held my son close, I made a silent vow to be the best father I could be, to always put my family first and to do everything in my power to give my son the best life possible.

And even in the threats he did make, I never actually believed him. It just wouldn’t make sense to replace me with Colin. And yet, as much as I hate to admit it, I could see it being possible. That is a freshly-sealed envelope, and my father was right when he pointed out the changes in my behaviour since knowing Ivy. She’s made me a better man, a kinder man. And now that she’s carrying our child, I’ve wanted to be the perfect father for him or her. But my father, while he always tried to rule our kingdom justly and fairly, would spare no mercy or sympathy for our enemies. He always chose utter annihilation over providing the chance for rehabilitation. He’d sooner squash problem cases than of

It’s been a few days since dad fell sick. After returning from the hospital, he demanded to stay with me. I was happy to have him over. I can take care of my daughter and my father. “You look very happy for someone whose father had a stroke a few days ago,” Icy had been bothering me a lot these days. Or should I say, she was back to teasing me.

The revelation stirred profound emotions in Adam, and tears flowed freely as he absorbed the news of being a father. The process of introducing Ella to Adam unfolded smoothly. Despite the initial adjustment period, the natural bond between father and daughter began to flourish. Ella, with time, embraced the connection, and though it took a while, the endearing title of 'Dad' found its way into her vocabulary. Adam, having rediscovered his past and embraced the role of a father, proved to be an exceptionally caring and protective parent to Ella. His determination to provide her with a happy and secure life surpassed the challenges of his own tumultuous past. Adam had made a conscious choice t

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

He'd mentioned several reasons why he had to hide the truth from me, including the claim of protecting my mental health and keeping me physically safe as well, but did that change the fact that the one who impregnated his mother that gave birth to him, was the very person who caused the death of my own parents? The one who drove me to this world was neutralized by the one who drove him to this world. That was absolutely insane to think about, but then again, quietening my mind was the right next step to keep insanity away. I wouldn't have been an orphan if I had learnt about his father's cruel nature. I would have warned my parents so sternly they wouldn't drive any cars till the issue is re