I Became Doting Father Novels & Stories

“Mom was a smart woman and knew you were going to be a great father.” “I’ve loved every minute of being your dad, Justin,” Igor said, smiling a little. “So, have you fixed things with Allena?” “Not exactly,” he replied. “I might have made them worse.” Igor grimaced. “You know, we all love that girl.” Justin nodded. “I know we do.” “Ah,” Igor said and sighed, “you’ve finally worked out that you’re in love with her?” “Yes.” “About time,” his father said, his words slurring a little. “She’s one in a million.”

My father encircled Julian and me, drawing us into his arms. "There is no need to be emotional!" Julian said it with pouting lips. "Then accept how much I love you!" My father said it in a warm voice, and my gaze remained fixed on him. My father is extremely attractive, and my mother is the most stunning woman—their combination is hot like a volcano and smooth as butter. "Okay, I give up!" Julian raised his hand—aww he was acting like a wolf in front of me, but here he was like a kid to my father.

My father has grown to like him and he really wants me to be happy after Dante. I look down at him and he looking at me with pleading eyes. I closed my eyes and sniffed a little and reopened them again. "Ye...Yes?"I say more of a question than an answer. He sighs in relief and smiles before putting the ring on my shaky finger. He stands up and pulls me into a tight embrace. "Thank so much for accepting me. I'll be the best husband to you and the best step father to Ireal. I love you"he whispers and places his lips on mine.

This whole family actually. "Come on, Dad's this way," Ian said with a smile as he took my hand and dragged me to the study. He slid the French doors open, showing his large father standing, looking over his desk. His light brown hair had grayed a bit in certain areas. He'd gained some weight, but still had his athletic physique. He was like a large teddy bear with a great big beard. He smiled real wide when he noticed me.

His eyes were darker than I remembered, sharp with intelligence, not cruelty. He looked at me openly now. “Good morning,” he said. His voice was calm. Polite. Detached. I inclined my head. “Good morning.” A pause. “You are… my father’s wife,” he said, not as a question. “Yes.” Another pause. Longer. Something shifted in his expression,not desire, not yet, but uncertainty. As if reality had not aligned with expectation. “I did not realize he married so… recently.” Recently. As if time measured legitimacy.

" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me. So, I swallowed my urge to speak. "Dad, uh… Do you need a housekeeper at home?" Susan shot me a look, silently pleading with my father not to keep me around. My fists clenched tightly. I couldn't believe she was going back on her word. My father turned to me, his gaze softening with an unexpected warmth. Then, slowly shaking his head, he murmured, "It's… it's uncanny how much you look like her." He then asked, "Are you married?"

His words washed over me like a soothing balm, easing the tension that had gripped me moments before. "My dear Rena," my father began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, "you know Dimitri isn't my first choice for you. I've always had reservations about his involvement in the mafia. But seeing the love and devotion he has for you, and witnessing the happiness he brings into your life, I cannot deny that he cares for you deeply."

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.

He never smiled at me after that confession and seems to be getting mad at me but seeing him smile at me brings so much joy to my heart . “Aren’t you going to say something ?” He asked me again, breaking into my thoughts . I turned and faced him . Why can’t you let me be , my father asked you to be my guardian, he never said that you should stuck my life . My father is strict and he would still let me go out but yet you don’t want me leaving the house without your permission . Staying out is even crazier . I don’t have much to say but I would really appreciate it if you would let me be .” I told him to be as calm as possible as I pulled away from him and turned to face the window .

Irene's POV I had always imagined my father as indestructible. A man of stone, steel, fire, and pride, someone who could not be bent or broken by anything or anyone. He was Alpha Rowland, feared across borders, respected even among his rivals. People trembled when his name was spoken, and they bowed when his presence filled a room. He wasn’t just my father—he was the pillar of my entire world, the man I was certain would always stand behind me, no matter how turbulent life became.