I Love Your Dad Novels & Stories

m glad you're doing good, Dad. “Better than good,” he promised. “I love you, Ava. More than words.” I smiled. It was something we had said for as long as I could remember. My mother used to say, “I love you more than words can say,” but as a child, I couldn't repeat the phrase properly. It had morphed into, “I love you more than words,” and stuck. I knew Dad was feeling better if he used that expression. “I love you too, Daddy,” I replied. “More than words.”

“Aria, my daughter. I know when you read this letter, I am no longer in this world. I want you to know that I love you. After your mom died, I was so hopeless. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to kill myself too. But you held my hand that day, showing me your lovely smile. You're the reason why I chose to live. You will always be my little Aria. I saw you grow up and I’m so happy. I love you more than everything in this world. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for being busy and not being able to talk to you. I’m sorry for everything, Aria. I love you. Please take good care of yourself. I just hope your stepmom will take good care of you when I’m gone. Please be careful always. Do not tr

You, your sister, and your half-brother are the only three good things I ever created in my miserable life, and I love all of you, even though I could not show it while I was alive. Goodbye, my boy. Love, Dad.

I am already thinking that you're my son. ​"But, if you were my Dad, I would hate you. Like, literally. Daddy Jaydee is the best, can't replace him, sigh!"

She’d never truly experience the love of his father. “I love you too, Dad.” A watery laugh escaped me as I remembered how much he hated being called that. “Daddy… George. Thank you for everything. For the love… the support… everything. You and Lindsey never made me feel inferior, never made me feel like I was anything less than your daughter. Not even for a day, and that says more about the kind of parents you both are than anything else ever could. Nothing is going to change Daddy, whether you and mum are together or not, I’ll always love you.”

Simple words that resonate deeply within me, a guiding principle that shaped who I am today. Those words, forever etched in my mind, act as a compass. They guide me through the ever-changing tides of life's challenges. A reminder that true kindness, like a perfectly timed melody, resonates most deeply when shared during life's most significant moments. Dad's love for me? Yeah, that's a constant force of nature. Always there, no matter what. Like a giant, warm teddy bear of a man, always ready with a hug or a cheesy joke. It's kind of embarrassing sometimes, but mostly... well, mostly it makes me feel incredibly lucky. I wouldn't be who I am today without him, that's for sure.

I frowned. “That won’t happen anytime soon, dad.” I said as I chuckled. As if someone will like me. “I love you, my precious daughter.” My dad said. I cried a lot more. “I love you too, dad!” The host called another man for me to dance. I wiped my tears. I hope my make up is not yet ruined. Some of them are my uncles and my dad's workmates.. Some of them are my godfather that I don’t really know.

,I began but I could see he meant it. Exhaling I smiled at him. "I'll try as much as I can to remain like this for you Dad. You know, you've always been my hero since I was little. I loved mom truly,but I felt safer each time I remembered you were around. It was always like you were my first lover Dad,I'm serious". His face turned red and I realized maybe Ariana never paid much attention to her dad's feelings. "Can I ask one more question?" "Sure, you can"

I nodded and chewed on my sandwich. "Hmmm! "This is fantastic, Dad, I can't get enough of your sandwiches, they're always the best," I remarked, a smile spreading over my cheeks. "Dad, I adore you," I said. "I adore you too, my darling girl," he whispered as he rushed over to pick me up. I'd finished my meal. I don't need a mother or anyone else because I'm always with my father. He's already my protector; after all, I don't know what a mother's affection feels like, but my father feels all the voids in my heart.

I bit my lower lip to keep myself from crying so much. "Thank you for your attention; I will tell you if necessary," I said slowly. Dad smiled and nodded slowly. "So Calvin loves you?" Dad asked. Come on! "Dad, come on!" I protested. "I know I won't interfere in your affairs; it's just that whoever you choose must be able to love you as much as I love you!" Again, I was melted by my dad's words. I'm sure Mom used to be crazy about him. How come? He is very caring and sweet. Isn't it?