Part Time Dad Novels & Stories

Adam Harris had lived a long full life in his 57 years on earth. He had been a loving husband and exceptional father and a hard working man. During his younger years, he had been very ambitious. He had taken on many shifts at work so that his young family could enjoy the basic pleasures in life. He had scaled down on these tasks when Jess’s mother passed away so that he could spend enough time with his child. He had been a doting father who had attended all her school events without fail. He had also been determined to be a part of his daughter’s life by being close to her emotionally. Although Adam did not consider himself his daughter’s best friend, he knew that she could always come to hi

“I think there was a compliment in that somewhere. Anyway, my mom worked a lot, expanding the hotel business. Cooking dinner and cleaning up the kitchen was the last thing she wanted to do after spending fourteen hours at the office.” “Gotta ask this, Hollywood. Did you have a nanny?” She shook her head. “My dad stayed home with me and my brother when we were little. He jokes he can change a tire and a diaper in ten seconds flat. I told you he’s a mechanic, right?” Chase lowered the camera and squinted at her. “Wait a second. Dumond. Is your dad the Dumond in DRT—Dumond Racing Team?” “Yeah. He started the team in our garage.”

“She's growing up quick and she doesn't have a mom any more. I'm supposed to be playing the role of not just one parent any more, but two. Do you have any idea how difficult that is? It's going to get harder, too. I can't imagine how it's going to be when she gets into her teens. I don't know a damn thing about what girls go through growing up.” “You're missing my initial point, Wyatt,” David said. “I realize that you're up against some challenges, but your own happiness matters, too. Do you think Maggie wants her dad to be sad all the time? I'm just saying, I think you need to try to get out more. Life is about balance. You work and you hide out in your house. That's all you do any more.” S

"Thanks, Dad. How is Mom holding up?" Dad chuckles. "Your mom always feels her water is going to break everytime. I feel like I'm going to have an heart attack one day" I laughed. "You can't blame her. Her due date is near so she's bound to go into labour at anytime now" "True. The chicken wings is on the house, guys" Maxton rises up from his chair, hugging Dad tightly. "You're the best, Mr. V" I hated whenever Dad gave my friends and I free food. He needed to make a living as well, didn't he?. Work is work no matter what.

I added as tears began to slowly run down my cheeks. I stared at my dad as he halted. He has not been the best father of the year but he tried. Mum was at rehab and he could barely keep up with house expenses. He did not allow me to work until recently. Most of the money he made from his plumbing work was spent to ensure that Mom got better and stop her incessant drinking. "Pumpkin," he said as he halted. He sat down on the stool at the kitchen counter. He looked sad and worried at the same time. It felt like he was trying hard not to break down.

I relied on Ben's friendship to get me through the school year and we made plans to be roommates our second year. Over the summer, Dad made me work for him again. Dad owned an ag supply company. We sold and serviced tractors and small farm equipment, but it was also hardware and parts retail store. Dad had me work the register in the store. I did get a chance to spend a weekend with Ben in Grand Rapids and I met his boyfriend, Ty. He was a really nice guy and they did make a great couple. Ty was attentive and affectionate towards Ben. He always had his arm around Ben and Ben's smile and eyes lit up the room when Ty was around. I admit that I was more than a little bit envious of what they ha

someone asked. Mother waved the question away. "Don't bring her up. She’s cut from the same shabby cloth as her grandfather." Phoebe stood like an outsider at the edge of the hall and watched me circulate through every corner. I cradled a glass of red wine and chatted animatedly with the scions of the elite. Stepdad clapped his hands and hushed the room. He took my hand and led me to the exhibition stage. "My daughter is eighteen now," he announced, "it's time I let her go out into the world." He smiled and handed me a bank card. "Studying abroad is different from staying here. Take care of yourself."

he started, “I’m a man. And men have urges. I mean… you left for two months.” “I was working!” “Exactly!” He snapped, “you’re always working. You never have time for me. It was inevitable.” I flinched like he’d slapped me. “I spend everyday working my ass if ever since I graduated. I don’t come from fancy old money Jayden,” I shouted. “I don’t have daddy’s million dollars to cushion my fall. You know that and you…” I jabbed a finger in his chest. “I trusted you. You’re the only man I’d ever been with in my life.”

I couldn't help but sigh at the sight of Dad's hair that had turned even whiter. Because of my illness, he worked at the factory during the day and drove for a rideshare service at night. On top of those jobs, he delivered food on weekends. He always said, "You are Daddy's precious little baby, Addie. I don't mind a little hardship." Dad, I'm sorry. I'm not your baby—I'm your burden. I reached out, wanting to smooth the deep frown between his brows. But my fingers passed right through him. Like an adult, I let out a long sigh and thought, "Forget it. Dad's already so tired. I shouldn't trouble him anymore."

Does he know what people my age are doing? Well, neither do I. And what's this about Charles looking up to me? He should look up to someone else. Mouth full of food, I nod vigorously in response. The man simply shakes his head, and I grin. Dad heads out to his workshop shortly afterwards. He runs a successful auto repair shop—it’s been twenty years and counting. It's fed us, clothed us, and raised us. Not all days are good, but God's been good. As soon as I'm done eating, I rush through my chores, and it's past six by the time I finish.