I Became Doting Father Novels & Stories

Brian answered the call right away, but when he heard my voice, he started yelling at me. “What the hell do you want for me? If you want to die, be my guest! Can’t you survive without me? I feel disgusted when I hear your voice! I’m going to divorce you when I go back. I really can’t stand you anymore!” He hung up right after. Everyone who had extended their sympathy toward me were angry. “He’s such a useless son! His father is in a critical condition, and he’s busy with his mistress!” “What a disgrace to men! Trash!”

She asked, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head like she didn’t understand what it was all about. “But do you love me?” Giovanni asked, taking slow steps towards where she was seated. “Dad!” She exhaled, looking shocked as her father closed the gap between them. When he stood before her, he didn’t speak right away. His gaze drifted lazily from her eyes to the rest of her body, including her posture, her elegance, the defiant lift of her chin and then came the words he planned to use in watering her heart. “You’re the most beautiful girl on this planet,” he said, his voice low, like he was reciting a fact carved in stone.

“Dad…” “I’m so proud of you, Bella. After everything the pain, the distance, the way I let my anger stand in the way you still found your way to real love. You fought hard. You healed. And you chose a man who proved himself worthy of you. I bless this new home you’re building. I bless your marriage, your daughters, your future. I love you, sweetheart.” I hugged him tightly, breathing in the familiar scent of home. “Thank you, Daddy. For coming back to me. For walking me today.”

There were sixteen and they both loved staying up late doing whatever kids did. Binging shows, and texting friends. I would miss them too but they didn't really need me that much the way they used to. They will be fine on their own. My heels echoed against the marble as I headed for Papà’s office. I rarely went in there—I preferred not to know too much about his business. Rule number one of having a Mafia Boss as a father. No Questions. I knocked, waiting for his voice. “Come in.” Papà was seated behind his desk in a room filled with men in black suits.

"Booker Group in Pemberton is very interested in your profile. Would you be interested in giving it a try?" Back then, I still wasn't ready to meet Edgar, so I turned it down. All these years, it felt like there was someone watching over me and quietly giving me a helping hand from behind the scenes. At first, I felt unsettled because the word "father" was simply too foreign to me. Later, I felt anger. Why was he always lurking in the background, sitting up in his company, all distant and untouchable? It was as if he'd simply erased Grandma's death from his mind, like it had never happened.

dad: " love you too my baby girl.. " me: " dad you know... I saw handsome guy today.. while coming to home.. his blue eyes.. his first two buttons of his shirt was open.. he has strong body dad.. see yours this big tummy..." dad: " oh I got son in law.. tell me who is he.. what will he do.. when you..." I interrupted him... me(with angry): " DADDY... I just said I saw handsome guy.. but you are going too far... I won't love anyone.. because I want to love the one whom you choose for me.... I know my dad his best.. he always choose perfect guy for me... "

His laughter grew even louder as he uttered those words, and Beta and I joined in. One aspect I admired about Mr. Dencio was his cheerful demeanor. It was evident that he was a caring father to his daughter and a supportive employer to his staff. Having a father like him must be truly wonderful. It reminded me of my own biological father. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of father he would be if we were together. I longed to see him as well.

Ashton forwarded his hand to my father. He looked professional. Well, our marriage itself was a business except the mind blowing sex we shared in last few hours. I shook my head to erase those erotic images. How could I become so needy and desperate from a shy and naive girl. "Take care of my princess, Mr. Rodriguez. She's my everything." Dad said in a hoarse voice. He was getting emotional.

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.”

Ivy and Ian stared at the empty doorway for a moment before they looked at each other. “Did he just call himself daddy?” Vivian asked, and Ivy giggled. “Yep! That's my father. He's my big bad father until I'm hurt. The littlest cut and he breaks into baby talk, and suddenly, he becomes Daddy. He's probably seeing me as his 5-year-old little girl right now, and he's out there making me soup or something,” Ivy said, unable to wipe the smile from her face.