In Love With Dad Novels & Stories

“Does your father even know you’re here?” He groaned, pushing himself off the ground and staggering forward. I took a step back, keeping my distance. His face twisted . “Is that why you don’t want me back? Because of him?” I scoffed. “No, Jayden. Because you’re a lying piece of shit.” He didn’t hear me or didn’t want to. “I saw the way you always looked at him, when you thought I wasn’t paying attention. You never loved me. You were using me to get to my father. And now-” his voice cracked into a manic laugh, “now you’ve succeeded in getting me out of the way.”

“There’s nothing between me and your dad.” Her mouth curved, not in amusement — in recognition. The tone. The timing. The practiced denial. “You’re better at lying now,” she said softly. “That might scare me more than the lie itself.” His chest ached, tight enough that breathing felt like work. He reached across the table, found her hand, squeezed it like a lifeline. “I love you,” he said, and it was the only truth he could say out loud. She held his gaze, squeezed back. “I believe you love me,” she said. “That’s what makes this harder.”

I should tell him that the thought of having a baby while being in love with my ex’s brothers makes me want to have a heart attack. Love. Is that what this is? I’ve barely been home for two months at this point, and in the span of that time, I’ve gotten to know Dane, Tripp, and Richie in ways I never thought possible. I’ve gotten to watch them open up to me. To my daughter. Do I love them? The fact that I can’t say no makes my breath catch in my throat. Maybe it’s just hormones. Maybe it’s all the sex and my baby fever pitching to an all-time high.

she called breathlessly as I hugged her in tears. "Are you okay, baby? Did he hurt you?" "I'm fine but Dad….he…is," I managed to say and I stuttered saying the last three words, the scene played in my head again—Rodrigo shot Dad in his head as Dad begged him not to hurt me. "Shhhh! Mama is here." She tried to console me despite crying profusely; she had become a widow in her early 30s, and she didn't know what was ahead for her and her baby girl, me, Sabrina Sanchez.

Aiden’s POV: Dad kept looking at me while I stood there glaring at him. “You cannot fight me for that girl, Aiden…” He said loudly. “Don’t make me, then…” I added sharply. “I knew you would come… Angry, like this only…” Dad said and stepped back before adding, “This proves how much you love that human…” “I do…” I confessed loudly. “I do love her...” I added. “She’s a human, Aiden…” Dad said loudly.

Mom commented. I lazily shrugged a shoulder, "blame it on love." Dad chuckled as he exchanged glances with Mom whose eyes were widened in surprise. Gee, I was expecting shock. "Love? You, Amara?" "Maybe if you didn't try forcing me into early marriages, you would have found out that I was capable of falling in love." Lies, all lies. I wasn't capable and even if I was, it would be the last thing I did. "You are in love with James McKenna," Dad's tune rose as his chest rose and fell, "James McKenna of all people, are you fucking stupid?"

I love the idiot. My dad told Trevor that I am no longer interested in getting married to his son and he stopped picking his calls. I tried to let go of my plans to get him in every possible means but the thought of seeing him someday with some woman made me pick up the interest of getting him no matter what. Father wouldn't understand. No one will understand how much I love him.

dad: " love you too my baby girl.. " me: " dad you know... I saw handsome guy today.. while coming to home.. his blue eyes.. his first two buttons of his shirt was open.. he has strong body dad.. see yours this big tummy..." dad: " oh I got son in law.. tell me who is he.. what will he do.. when you..." I interrupted him... me(with angry): " DADDY... I just said I saw handsome guy.. but you are going too far... I won't love anyone.. because I want to love the one whom you choose for me.... I know my dad his best.. he always choose perfect guy for me... "

I walked out slowly to them. "You are crying?" Dad asked "She in love with him" Mom said "In love with who?" "The warrior" "What?" My dad shouted

I reached for Dad's hand again, holding it between both of mine, trying to warm his cold fingers. "Dad," I murmured, my voice breaking. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I need you to wake up. I need you to fight." Tears blurred my vision, but I didn't bother wiping them away. "I know we haven't always seen eye to eye. I know I wasn't always the daughter you wanted me to be. But I love you. I've always loved you, even when I was too angry to show it."