Kailan Ba Ang Fathers Day Novels & Stories

"Babe, there're five days of every year that your ass better be next to me, that's your birthday, mine, valentines, thanksgiving and Xmas. After we have kids we'll add Mother and Father's day and the kids' birthdays to the list." "And in this world of yours do I ever go back home ever?" "In a few years when I no longer feel like killing douchetard and his bitch. I have an idea, why don't you tell your parents you don't want to come there because you're afraid the prick would pull another stunt? That ought to work."

Racking my brain, I inwardly wondered what the day could be, as it most definitely wasn't either of our birthdays, which were the only days we celebrated in our household. “No, love. Could you please refresh mummy's mind?” I replied, to which she nodded. “Today is father's day,” She replied. “So I want to get a gift for daddy. Can we do that?” Mustering the most genuine of smiles, I nodded, although the wheels in my head were full-on spinning, “Sure, baby. How did you know today is father's day though?” “I saw it on TV yesterday,” She divulged, doe eyes glinting with cuteness. “They said today is father's day.”

"What about Lenora and your husband?" "We are doing good. Thank you." "Been a while we saw and spoke. But I'll be seeing you today right?" "Today? What's happening today?" She sounded confused. "Nadia!!!" Rita groaned from the other end. "You know how much I take you seriously, Aunt Rita. I wouldn't joke with you if I knew what you were talking about." "Your Father's Birthday." "What about it?" "It was two days ago. I sent him a text wishing him. And Charles sent him a gift on our behalf."

I got a text from my father and I haven't spoken with the man since June! Maximus my dear son, on Saturday, as you know, your mother and I will be celebrating my birthday and our 34th wedding anniversary. It would give me great pleasure to see you there and to meet your lovely date, which your mother keeps telling me about. I hope you will be able to come. Love, your father. I hoped he didn't mean Sally. How could I turn down an invitation like that?

"Kennard, ever since Christopher was born, you've always said he didn't look anything like Hanley. I thought you were just making small talk and never took it seriously. But Hanley never said a word! How could you sneak behind his back and drag Christopher into a paternity test? He's only three years old!" Kennard wasn't listening. He was too enraged to care about anything I said. "What's wrong with me doing a paternity test? If I hadn't done that, I would never have known about your little secret! You'd better tell me right now—who is Christopher's father? We've been raising him for three years, and we look like fools! Hanley's too trusting, but if it weren't for me being sharp, who knows h

We all clink our glasses together. "So Sebastian, what made you love Adeline Ruthfield." My father asks. Sebastian's ears turn red. "Alright. That's enough Dad. What's the first place you're travelling to?" It's my Mom who's more than happy to switch the conversation. "Bali. It's always been my favorite, honey. We'll start there and everything else is going to be impromptu." She places her hand over my Dad's and smiles at him, which he returns. "Surprising. Charles Daymond doing something unplanned." I say.

Elijah said and all of us nooded. Soon all the old people left. I mean grandparents, uncles and aunts "So, as you'll know. It's fathers day today. We are going to surprise our dads and grandpa" Elijah said "ohk, so what are we doing?" Xavier asked "let's bake a cake" I said "that's A good idea" Micheal said "Thank you" I replied "We can decorate the house" James and Logan said at the same time. "Alex and Charles go buy the stuff we need to decorate the house" Dylan said

Right in front of me, I saw my wife holding a banner that read: Happy Father's Day Daddy! I smiled at her, my gaze then landing on my daughter, who slowly approached me. All of my friends were here; it wasn't just Ryker and me, even our family members, including our fathers, were all here. I heard sobs from them; they didn't expect this. Father's Day was annually celebrated on the third Sunday of June. I couldn't help but become emotional. "Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" I bent down for her to kiss me on the cheek. The celebration became joyful because everyone was present.

Our relationship may never be acceptable to the people we love, but I do get my opportunity to dance like the bride just a moment later when the song ends. “All right everybody!” comes the deejay’s booming voice. “It’s Father’s Day tomorrow, and to celebrate, we’ve got the Daddy/Daughter dance for all the fathers and the daughters in the crowd. Come on up here, Bob! Let’s get you and the beautiful bride to kick it off.” The crowd claps and cheers as my dad’s red-faced partner gets up from the bridal party table. The new groom steps away from Sarah and shakes Bob’s hand before they switch off, then the lights lower and a slow ‘80s song with the words father figure in it starts playing.

If Dad should see him now, he would be as good as dead. From where we’re tucked away, I can see Mom and Dad, standing on the stairs. They’re arguing intensely, and every nerve in my body is on edge. If they turn their heads, if they look down from where they are, they’ll see us. “It’s our anniversary, honey,” Dad says, pleadingly to Mom. “Exactly, Peter, our anniversary which we should be celebrating with our daughter but you’re so obsessed with getting her married to Tristan even when she clearly doesn’t want him.”