Perfect Dad Novels & Stories

"Since when did the man who's so great at protecting his perfect little family become too fragile to handle the truth?" Ian's expression hardened, and an awkward look flashed across his face. However, when he spoke up, he still chose to shift the blame on Mom. "Your mother's the one who couldn't let go back then. She refused to accept reality and insisted on blowing everything out of proportion. Had she come to terms with reality, we could have all lived in peace." Holding his gaze, I felt anger flare up in my chest. "We could've all lived in peace? Do you have any idea how I lost my hearing?"

"What the hell is this about him being your mate?" "Is it really that hard of a concept for you to grasp?" "He’s pretty slow." Uncle Ramone offers, before growing quiet as a snarl escapes Dad. "You said mate." Dad continues when Uncle Ramone mimics zipping his lips. "Him? Of all the fucking men in the world." "That’s right." I confirm, "I’ve known he was my mate since I was young." "Reject him then!" Dad booms, "He isn’t worthy of you!"

His mum peeked a glance at him, using her palms to caress his'. "You know," She started to say, "The first time your dad wanted me to come say hello to his parents, I nearly had a panic attack." She smiled forlornly blank at no one in particular, rubbing his fingers continuously, "His dad was one of the powerful chief judge in the country and his mum was just a replica of the word perfection: prim, courteous, beautiful,smart and nice. Little wonder why your dad was super amazing as you are—" She grinned, throwing him a side glance.

Clara offered, flashing a small smile. "Okay, fine." My mom followed them, heading to her room, leaving only Dad and me alone in the hall. "Is that his ex?" I blurted out the question as soon as the opportunity arose. "Yeah," Dad replied, dropping onto the couch with a sigh, rubbing his forehead. "The only ex, apparently." "What? He's only dated once in his life?" "Well, not in that way. She was the only one he was ever serious about." "Their relationship ended on a bad note?”

as the media dubs him, smile only at me. But the media is a bunch of assholes, because they forget that he’s been such a devout single parent ever since he was young. My dad hasn’t aged much. At thirty-seven going on thirtyeight, he still has a strong build that fills out his suit. He’s tall and broad and has an eight-pack. No kidding. He’s the healthiest man I know. But he also has a few age lines that make him the wisest ever—aside from a certain someone.

Bex laughs, and I nod. "Who is he?" Alaric looks at her. "Max's father is friends with the Dean, makes considerable donations, and has done so for a few years." Bex explains. "Four years ago, his older son was there. He was just as bad as Max, but nothing got done. He got warnings, verbal, not recorded so it appeared like he had a perfect record. People know, so no one even wastes time reporting Max and his behaviour." "His last name, please, Bex?" Alaric looks at her.

"Father, I've loved him since the moment I set my eyes on him. I'm sure as anything." "Then I guess that's solved, then," he says wistfully. "I want you to be happy, always. I don't want you to try and be perfect even when it causes a disservice to yourself. I was never a perfect son, so I don't expect a perfect daughter." I'm too stunned to speak. I just start crying. Again. "Thank you so much, Dad. I love you." "I love you too, sweetheart. And I'm sure no other man would treat you better than Max. He's a good man. A good friend. And I'm sure he'll make a fantastic husband. Mark my words."

I spent time with my dad till Madison called. Madison: Cole, where are you? Me: I am at Dad's. Madison: (shocked) Are you serious? Me: yes baby. How are you feeling? My dad: Is that Madison? (I handed my phone over to him). Hello baby girl. How are you feeling? Madison: Hi Dad, good afternoon. I am fine, how is your health?. My dad: I a better now, Maddie. I am going to be a grandpa (He laughed)

"Yeah... of course." "But there are guests at the house today," he added quickly. "My friend just became a dad. He didn't have a venue for the baby's one-month celebration, so they're using our place." He looked at me carefully. "You don't mind, do you?" I used to think he was something otherworldly. Whenever I was bullied, he always appeared like a hero in a storybook. Whenever I was sick, he stayed calm, steady. One winter, the two of us had gone out to buy fireworks. We passed by a couple arguing. The girl was in tears—turned out the guy had lied to her and snuck off to meet another woman.

“But I still feel like I failed them both. After Elena died, I threw myself into work and raising Lily. I told myself that was enough. That I didn’t need anything else. No relationships. No distractions. Just being a good father.” He turned his head to look at Mia, his dark eyes intense and vulnerable. “And then you grew up. Suddenly the girl who used to fall asleep on my couch during movie nights was this stunning, bold young woman who looked at me like… like I was more than just Lily’s dad. More than a widower. More than a businessman.” Mia’s breath caught. “I’ve seen you for who you really are for years. The way you love Lily. The way you carry everything on your shoulders without complai