Names For Dads In Stories Novels & Stories

I felt like I was in the story. "Jake, if I may ask, what's your dad's name?" "My dad's name?" "Yes." "Max." "Max?" "Maxime Andrew." ***

My parents are waiting and look very happy when they see us freshly showered. "well son, my dad smiles, what is his name?", everyone looked up waiting. "yeah we picked a name",I smiled big. "well son are you going to tell us", my dad looks excited. I look down at her, " do you want to tell them?",she blushes. "we chose Hunter Michael Fury", my dad cracks the biggest smile I've ever seen and hugs us both.

I prayed he would not mention Rod's name. They do not know their father's first name, but they know the second one because I followed the same naming pattern for all my children based on Rod's second name. Cam James. "I have two dads," my child replied. I looked at Cam. I did not expect him to say that. "I have papa Symon and papa Euclid," he added. Perhaps we can leave now. They received the answer they were looking for. "But my real father's name is James." My eyes widened as I looked at CJ. Why did he say that?

Okay, so what’s he not telling me? “It better not be some jumped up dickhead who’s arrogant and a royal pain in the butt.” I say watching him closely. Mom ignores our banter, she’s used to it. So long as we don’t say any major swear words she doesn’t mind too much. Dad has gone off, no doubt to put the TV on and start watching re-runs of Atlas’ game earlier. “Atlas. Tell me.” I sound insistent. He coughs. “Cody.” It doesn’t register with me at first. There’s thousands of guys with the name Cody in this country. Actually, it’s a pretty common name. Then it hits me like a crash on the head.

He was the most rational, cool and gentle Dad out of my six awesome fathers and my only insecurity around him was when girls even younger than me would eye fuck him ! In any case, all my Dads got that a lot but maybe it was due to Dad C’s pleasing and soft aura that people found him more approachable than the others. Even mom used to tell stories about Dad C being the most understanding and kindest when her other mates would act stubborn and difficultly hot headed. “Dad C ! Please get me out of here. I will get sick if I hang around these drunk animals anymore,” I whined on the call. “Don’t worry son. I am on my way,” he said and cut the call.

I said. He unwound slightly from the blanket. "At the daycare," he said, "Bayo and Amara both have dads. And Kofi has two dads. And sometimes they talk about what their dads do and what games they play and Bayo's dad lifts him up on his shoulders and I—" He paused. He looked down at the blanket for a moment and then back up at me. "They ask me about my dad sometimes and I don't know what to say." My throat was very tight.

James's eyes widened, and he immediately said, "There's no need. I can name him!" "You?" John snorted, "Maybe you can't even name him next year!" Alas! James really pissed him off! If... others knew this, he would feel so embarrassed, wouldn't he? "That won't happen!" James grinned, "How could it be? I will give him a name quickly. Don't worry, dad." What a joke! Since God let him become a father, he should do the most basic thing for his son, shouldn't he? Of course he should name Dax on his own.

Once upon a time, I guess that is how they start a nice fairytale or some romance story. My father never missed the chance to tell me about his love story when I was a child. From his story, it was clear that he loved my mum so much and dad pampered me a lot. Twenty-seven years ago, at a nice and lovely coffee shop, the weather was beautiful and bright, two souls from parallel worlds met, my mum and my dad. My dad was the dreaded Mafia boss, commanded respect from everyone, including from rich families and politicians, everyone was scared of him. At his sight, everyone trembles and bows.

He felt like home, he was definitely my new father. 'Thank you, dad,' 'Praxina,' he said. I raised my hair. 'I will call you that.' 'Why?' He shrugged. 'I love it!' 'Oh brother,' Ted said boredly with a roll of his eyes. 'Say, why don't I tell you a story on how Ted got gonorrhea and almost died?' 'Ooh! Interesting!' I squealed. 'And it's Coco di di ya ya…'

And daddy chuckles. “Mommy won’t be angry, and she loves daddy.” He whispers back. And I know she does. Mommy and daddy love each other sooooooo much. Daddy tells me the story about the king that found a girl in the forest and saved her. And I fall asleep thinking maybe it’s the daddy that saved mommy. -