Names For Dads In Stories Novels & Stories

“Hey there, buddy, this is your dad.“ “Do you think he can hear us?“ I laughed at his cuteness. “Shh. Stop interrupting baby-daddy time.“ If any of his soldiers were to see him act this way, they'd lose all respect for him, but he doesn't seem to care. When he finished whispering things into my stomach, he sat back down beside me with a contented sigh. “What are we going to name him?“ “Uh, Kaden?“ “So you've been thinking about it?“ “Once or twice.“ “You're so cute.“ “Hey.“ He feigned offense. “I'm an Alpha, baby; I'm not cute. I'm strong and macho.“ I laughed at that. “Whatever you say, my love, but we are not naming my son Kaden.“ “Why not? He's my son, too.“ “Guess who's carrying him in a

He asked, his voice warm and inviting. I took a sip of my juice, collecting my thoughts before launching into the story of my day. My mother leaned in, her eyes sparkling with interest, as I began to recount my day. I only told them about meeting James and particularly left out the part about Fidelia and her problems. "Did you say his last name was Wardolf?" My father asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the information. I nodded, taking another bite of my porridge. "His father is the head of the soldiers, a very fine gentleman," he stated, a hint of respect in his voice. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this new piece of information.

She did not want to create any kind of misunderstandings. Carter's eyes lit up at the question. He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth. "My daddy is called Don," he replied enthusiastically. "Don?" Natalie asked with widened eyes. Was that name meant of mafia kings and such? The child nodded his head continuously. "Yeap, I call him that. He is my Don!" Natalie chuckled. The child was definitely cute. "Why do you call him Don?" She asked. That name had a very different meaning. Carter smiled. "Because my daddy is the greatest of all daddies. My daddy is powerful, wealthy, and scared of nothing!"

dad said. "Roman as in Roman Xavier, dad are you crazy he is Jake's driver and best friend. " I said and dad smirked. "is he?" dad asked humorously and an I got it, I said "he is your man isn't he, " "Exactly," Dad said. 1 week later

I asked, keeping my voice light. Jeremy nodded. “Yeah. When he’s mad, he says her whole name. Very serious.” He straightened his small shoulders, making an impression that was clearly meant to be intimidating. “Val-er-ie.” I almost laughed. “What about your daddy?” I asked. “What’s he like?” His face lit up immediately. “Daddy is big.” He spread his arms wide. “And busy. He’s always on his phone or talking to people, but he still reads me stories on nights he's home.”

Eli shakes his head violently. “No. I’m not a piece on your chessboard. I’m not something you hide away when things get dangerous.” Damian storms a hand through his hair, frustration radiating off him like heat. “Eli, you don’t understand—my father doesn’t negotiate. He hunts. He destroys. He breaks people to see what shape they take when he’s done.” “So let me stand with you,” Eli says fiercely. Damian grabs Eli by the waist, pulling him close again.

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. -

Grandpa asked this time "Family?" Dad asked nervously "Well, he's not from a rich family like ours. His parents were a little bit rich when they were alive so they left some properties for him. He's trying to build his own company now" Dad lied Wow! I never knew my Dad was a great liar, how is he able to lie smoothly like this? "What's his family name?" Grandpa asked again "Uhhm! It's..... Rodriguez" Dad said after a while "It's a nice name. Besides, that family was once the richest family in America. I don't know if it's the same Rodriguez though" Grandma said

"And Mommy loves him. She tells him all the time. She always says things like….uh, 'Dada, you're my superhero!' And Dada says, 'You're mine too, Mommy!' They always hold hands, and they read me stories together. And now we're a real family, with Mommy, Dada, and me! My mommy, Reigna, and my dada, Carlisle! We live in the big penthouse now! We're the bestest family!" The man’s gaze drifted back to the big mango tree, to Mommy and Dada, who were now sharing a gentle kiss, a soft, happy moment under the leaves, their faces close. He watched them, a long, deep sigh escaping him. His shoulders seemed to slump a little, like he was carrying something heavy.

Mom asked, trying to change the subject while grabbing Eve’s hand and squeezing softly. Storm sighed. "I didn’t have the best role model growing up. More like the fucking worst, so I just hope I can learn from my dad by doing the exact fucking opposite. Thank the Goddess, I have some fathers here to look up to too, although don’t fucking tell them. Asher, Osiris, and Cyrus are already too fucking comfortable around me." Mom giggled, "You know my dad would fucking tease you forever knowing you called him a good dad." A few seconds later, the three men wondered into the room, all of them with a smirk on their faces, but they didn’t say a fucking word.