I Will Be Your Father Figure Novels & Stories

“Is it because of the father of your baby? Forget him. I will be a father and a friend.” “What?” “Yes. You don't have to worry about your baby not having a father. I promise, I promise I will be that which you never expect. A good father at that. I will be a great man to you and your children.” “Make a choice now because I won't stop saying this to you. I'm sincere from the depths of my heart. I love you.”

I said, my voice sounding stronger now. "From now on, you don't need to worry about whether your father will be there or not. I will be there. Every game, every school event, every nightmare—I will be there. I'll be your mother and your father too." "But what about Daddy?" he asked, as he looked confused trying to understand what I meant. "Your father will make his own choices," I said locking the bitterness I felt in a box and locking it up in the deepest part in my Brain.

I’ll live with it. I’ll still love her and we’ll still make a family unit, but I’ll move on and I’ll let her move on too. My life didn’t have a father figure. No one I can look back on and like. But my kids, my kids will. Maybe I didn’t have a dedicated father who loved me in the traditional way, but I do have a lot of male role models. I’m taking the bits I like from each one and using that. Greg was an amazingly astute and ruthless businessman. I learned a lot from him. Gus, I’ve met since, my actual father and he’s complex and sure of himself. I’m taking that leaf out of his book.

He is the only one that I got. “I know you love me, son, I love you too more than you love me but you need to let me go, and bring me to the place where I need to be,'' My father said but I don’t understand, because I know that he will live longer here with me. He will stay here with me because I need him. he is alive and he will live long with me. Yes, my father is still alive and HE WILL LIVE LONG WITH ME.

I've never seen him in my life. "I am Mark Phillips, Your dad Jacob's father. So that would make me your grandfather," he said and smiled.

I'm writing this because I want you to know that despite everything—the blood, the lies, the years of silence—I am proud to be your father. Not because you're like me. Because you're nothing like me. You have Victor's heart. His courage. His stubborn refusal to give up. You have your mother's fire, but you use it differently—to protect, not to destroy. You're going to have a child soon. My grandchild. I won't be there to see it, but I hope—I hope you tell them about me. Not the monster. Not the killer. Just the man who loved you, in his own broken way.

“I never had a good example. My father broke people. Yours used them. What if that’s all I know how to do? What if Lily looks at me one day and sees the same monster I saw in my dad?” “You are not your father,” I said fiercely. “You are not mine either. You are Callan Kane. The man who held me when I flatlined. The man who stood by me through public humiliation and neurological damage. The man who retired so he could take care of me. The man who has sat in this hospital for weeks, singing lullabies to a tiny baby through incubator ports. That man is going to be an incredible father.” Tears slipped down his cheeks. I wiped them away with my thumbs.

"Excuse me, I gotta go." Their visions followed Gianna until she successfully left the apartment. Alastar's heavy sigh could be heard after. "I'm really sorry for not telling you... I was supposed to call a janitor to deal with the mess but I forgot," Alastar stepped closer and hugged her tight. "You do know that it's my birthday tomorrow, right?" "Yeah... I'm busy preparing all day for it." Catherine sighed and hugged him back.

What a fool I have been! Does he laugh whenever I leave for work first thing in the morning, when I come back with dinner, and apologize for taking a long time? I started laughing before I could stop myself, I laughed because it was funny that I was so stupid. "Mackenzie" His father called in a worried tone. "I'm okay, your son really did a number on me but it's okay" I fought hard to keep my tears at bay. That piece of shit!

All the things I had just packed were opened up and flung carelessly on the floor. "Justine! What right do you have to ask for a divorce from my son? You're just a rural girl from the countryside! If it weren't for Cameron liking you, could you have lived such a good life for so many years? "We've had to provide for you for so many years, and now you want a divorce! If you want to divorce, you have to pay back all the money Cameron has spent on you over the years!" Betty screeched. Ronald Zucker, my father-in-law, piped up from the side, "You even aborted Cameron's child! That was the grandson we had been waiting for for three years! How could you be so heartless?"