I Became Doting Father Novels & Stories

Instead, to save face, he told me they were divorced when I actually knew he sent her packing! Why would my father marry a chubby, smelly piece of shit like Maeve? The thought infuriated me beyond words. Not only that, he succeeded in giving Maeve the right to talk back to me and even slap me! The nerve! She’s in for trouble—real trouble. I wanted to choke her to death, but father had to burst in before I could! Have you even seen her? She’s disgusting! She pales in comparison to my mother, which is the main reason I don’t understand what my father sees in her.

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 took a long sigh, "As much as I love seeing you and Mom together, it's true that Adrian and I are the result of lust and your desire to have a kid. I saw how you look at Aliyah and Mom. You care for my mother, but you don’t love her." He smiled, "But Aliyah… The way you look at her and the cockiness in your eyes disappears, even when you want to hate her, the way your voice softens on its own when you are with her, the way your true self, the loving self, comes out when you touch her... You don’t know it, Dad, but you love her already.” Damn... I didn't realise I was being obvious. Or he was just too smart to notice it all? I didn’t know my son was this wise. Dorian was saying things that

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

Like I was something that would burn him if he held on too long. "Okay, Dorina. You can stay.” He stood up. He didn't help me up. He never does this to me, pretending like he doesn't know me. He was always the gentleman by my side. Worshipping me like no one else. My father made a sound a choked, wet sound, still on the floor against the broken table. “Ivan, why don't —"

"Darling, I think poor Arabella misunderstood the seventy-two-hour deadline you gave her." My father chuckled, staring at me with condescending pity. "Which option is it going to be, Arabella? I know you must have ‘some’ influence in the Sterling household. Why not have a little pillow talk with your husband? Or better yet, get on your knees and beg your father-in-law. A woman with your mom’s blood running through her veins shouldn't find that too difficult, right?" I treated his vile words like air. Ignoring them entirely, I pulled my phone from my bag and opened my banking application. My father's routing details were already saved from years prior.

My father was born into affluence and has also accumulated a significant fortune. However, I am aware that Diego loves me for who I am; he is the only person I have besides my father. His love for me is sincere, and he does not concern himself with my size or my appearance. He appreciates me for my true self, refraining from making comparisons with anyone else, and he never criticizes my size or suggests that I should go on a diet. I possess what I have always desired: a partner who loves me for my authentic self. Soon, Diego and I will embark on the journey of starting a family together. I will finally attain everything I have ever wished for—a joyful family and a devoted husband.

My father raises his eyebrows in complete surprise and just looks at me in silence for a couple of seconds that have me tense and nervous, but then he lets out a smile. "Of all the men my girl could date, Theodore Heiden would be my first choice," he replies, growing happier by the second. I let out all the air and look at my mother to receive her nod of approval, "He treats you well?" "He does, Daddy. I didn't think gentlemen still existed, until I met him," I exaggerate, my father nods in contentment, "He's respectful, kindhearted and hardworking. I couldn't ask for anyone better."

“Because I thought it was the best thing to do at that time. Your father is an important figure for the pack, and there were reasons to keep it a secret. But now, maybe it's time to explain better. However, I would like to wait for your father.” Dorian and Kane, eager for more answers, wasted no time. Dorian looked at me with curiosity. “Where is Dad? Mom, do you think he'll like us?” I responded with a gentle smile. “Your father went to the highest point of the forest to find a seed just to save you. That shows how much he cares about you. So yes, he loves you deeply.” Kane, with the typical innocence of a child, expressed his joy. “So, Dad really likes us?”

I asked Dolph, my frustration evident. I groaned inwardly as my father rumpled my hair, which I had taken time to style. "Come, son, don't you miss your old man?" he said, stretching out his hand for me to embrace. "This man," I muttered under my breath, "I'm not a ten-year-old boy that you always ask for a hug," I said, laughing. Despite my protest, I still went ahead and hugged him. After the embrace, my father gave me a knowing look, as if sensing the turmoil within me. "You're growing into a fine Alpha, Kessler," he said, his voice filled with pride.