I Became Doting Father Novels & Stories

I can literally imagine him raising his eyebrow at me. "It's really fine Dad. I can come by myself." That sounded extremely dirty, so I correct myself. "What I mean to say is that I can book a commercial ticket. No big deal." "You're intimidated by Anthony, aren't you?" His tone is surprisingly mirthful. I can hear the smile in his voice. "Of course not." I say immediately, giving myself away. He laughs and my heart warms at that. I wish he laughed more often. "You should get used to him baby doll. He is going to be your father-in-law and he's one of the best men I know. You know I only choose the best for you."

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

My self-image was always perfect at all times because I never wanted Alpha to spot any untidiness in me. With my mouth slightly opened, I carefully wiped the excess lipstick smudge out of my face. "Hey, baby doll." Daddy's voice projected out of the phone causing me to quiver in surprise. I was so deep in thought I forgot I was calling dad on the phone. "Hey, daddy." My lips trembled in a muffled voice. My father was Epsilon Emilio and was the best daddy ever. "Baby doll, what is wrong?" Daddy always sensed when I was miserable and needed cheering up.

Adam huffed. "I love my mate, and I love her more when she is kind enough to carry my pup. She is never hotter than when she is blooming with my child. What Dottie does is amazing, and Danny is her mate for a reason." my father responded. I stayed silent, mulling over the conversation with a renewed interest. "Meaning?" Adam snapped as my Dad dropped his paper irked now by his best friend. "That someone like you couldn't be a dragon shifters mate." my dad said. "Not enough patience. Now run along Adam, you are taking the kids' combat training whilst Danny is with Dottie. " he added, smirking.

“So stop. And don’t call me again complaining. Let Calian handle it.” The call ended. Solyn stared at her phone like it had bitten her. Then she whispered, “Fine.” And walked back inside. Calian was in his study. Solyn didn’t knock. She pushed the door open. Calian was on a call. His gaze snapped to her, irritation flashing. He ended the call immediately. “What?” Solyn folded her arms. “My father just called.” Calian’s expression didn’t change. “And?” “And he scolded me,” Solyn said sharply. “For making your life difficult.”

"You are going to be a nightmare of a father, aren't you?" Dante went still. The word father seemed to have taken him back a bit. He looked at the crib, then back at me. "I am a man who protects whatever I find valuable." He admitted. His voice was clean as if he meant every word. "I don't know how to be anything else." He stepped into my space and reached out, his large palm finally settling over my bump. He didn't move. He just let the heat of his hand seep through my clothes.

He let go of her hair and walked around her, circling her like a predator examining a trapped animal. "I've been in London for five years," Julian continued, his voice echoing off the book-lined walls. "I stayed away because I couldn't stand the sight of my father’s greed. But then I get a call. He’s in a coma. And he’s married to a girl young enough to be his granddaughter. A girl from the Vance family—a family of bankrupt liars." He stopped in front of her again. "My father’s lawyers want to throw you out on the street. They want to call the police and have you investigated for elder abuse. For murder."

The expression on Dora's father “You dont get to call my father that” she warned “Why is that so?, he is exactly like that. He is that and much more” Grace said “You dont know shit about my father!” Except Grace knew, at a closer rage much more than Dora would ever know, she hadn't seen how satisfied her father looked when those Men took turns with her, how twisted his mind was and all because of David who slept with his wife while he had no dick

about. Once he disappeared from view, I looked back down at Lyra, her tiny fingers curling against my skin as she fed. “Your father,” I said, brushing a thumb over her soft cheek, “is a very simple man.” I chuckled quietly. “But he’s been a good partner to me—and an amazing father to you and your brothers. I hope you find someone like him one day… well, maybe not exactly like him.” I grinned. “Let’s skip the rough beginnings. But someone who’ll love you just as fiercely.”

But the longer I see Maya in this state, the harder it becomes to push it away. Dominic. I haven't talked to him since the day I left… but cruelly enough, biology does not care about broken hearts or unfinished stories. Dominic is Maya’s father. And genetically, that matters. I look down at Maya again, studying the small face that I know better than my own reflection. She has my dark hair, but the shape of her eyes belongs entirely to him. Even the stubborn way her chin lifts when she refuses to eat vegetables reminds me painfully of Dominic.