I Become A Doting Father Novels & Stories

"I will become a father. I'm free to act absurdly. I combed his hair with my fingertips. "You're going to be a great dad." "I'm hoping so. My model isn't very good. My dad was aloof. Far away."Then you are well aware of what not to do. Stay warm. Available. Present. "I'll be. I swear. This infant will be aware of their love. Each and every day." My throat constricted. "I know they will." He ascended once more. kept me near. Everything is evolving."For the better," I continued. "For better," he concurred.

"Dad, never mind." "Please forgive us. It may be too late. However, you should know one thing. I and your mommy love you very much." Daddy let out a long sigh. "Back then... we were too busy working. All we could think about was how to keep our children from being deprived. Little did we know that all you needed was love and attention." His voice began to sound hoarse. "It's all in the past, Dad. Come on," complained Keenan, who also felt emotional about the development of their current relationship.

In those quiet moments, I whispered promises of love and protection to our unborn child, vowing to be the best father. "Isla," I whispered, my voice filled with tenderness, "our baby will be safe, surrounded by love, and cherished beyond measure. As their father, I promise to devote every moment to their happiness and well-being. We will raise our child together, and no matter the challenges, love will always guide us through."

“I’m terrified I won’t know how to be a good father. What if I become like him? What if I mess this up and our child grows up feeling the same way I did?” Maggie cupped his face with both hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. Her voice was firm, loving, steady. “You won’t, Julian. You are not your father. You’ve shown me every single day who you really are—kind, protective, fiercely loving. The way you take care of me, the way you apologized after hurting me, the way you look at me like I’m your entire world even when you’re burning with jealousy… that’s the real you. Our baby is going to be so incredibly lucky to have you as their dad. You’re already enough. More than enough.”

I nod, my voice filled with genuine appreciation, "Yes, Dad, I would be honored." He extends his arm, and I link mine through his, a symbol of the connection we share. At that moment, I realized that not only am I gaining a loving husband in Michael, but I am also gaining a wholehearted father in Mr. Pattinson. My orphaned life is transforming into a life filled with love, support, and the joy of having a family.

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 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.

Fuck, what's wrong with me? "Tsk, that's not funny." He said trying to act as if he’s angry at me but I bet he doesn’t. "By the way, did you like your new look baby?" I whispered to his ears, I wrapped my hand around his waist and pressed our body until he can feel my boner poking at his butt. "Yes, Daddy." My brows furrowed at his response, I didn’t expect him calling me daddy but damn, it sounds so arousing and seductive, I’m gonna fuck him right here right now if only we don’t have an event to attend to.

“You and my dimples.” “I totally love them. I love you, and I love our child too.” He gently rubbed my stomach. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. “Do you think I would be a great father? What if I fail to protect our child?” I leaned in and kissed his forehead. “I know without a doubt that you would be an amazing father. You've witnessed what your father did to your mother, so I am certain you will do everything in your power to shield our child from any pain. You have all it takes to be a wonderful father.”

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.”