Rick And Morty's Dad Novels & Stories

Seated like he owned the crumbling place, his broad frame splayed lazily on the couch as he scrolled through his phone, fingers adorned with rings that caught the low light of the dusty bulb above. Rick. His maternal uncle. The family’s disgrace, and his father’s greatest enemy. The man who couldn’t bother to attend his sister’s funeral. The man who didn’t even send flowers. “Uncle...?” Drake asked cautiously, his voice a little rough, and a little older than it was a minute ago. Rick looked up, grunted, then went back to his phone. “Just trying to play the good uncle, kid. Thought I’d come see my sweet nephew… maybe for the last time. Honestly, you're grown now. More of a..man”

I chewed my thumbnail, scrolling up through our chat to see if he’d read it yet. That’s when my eyes flicked to the contact name at the very top of the screen. It wasn’t Tyler. It was **Rick**. As in Rick Uncle Rick. Jesus - my dad’s best friend since college. The guy my dad called “brother.” The one who’d been at every single family barbecue, every birthday, every Thanksgiving for the last fifteen years. The tall, silver-fox lawyer who always showed up with expensive wine for my parents and some little inside-joke gift for me, calling me “sweetheart” and ruffling my hair like I was still fifteen. The man my dad trusted with everything - house keys, emergency contacts, even the spare car whe

My mom’s at work. I went out of my room and down the stairs to see who it was. On getting closer I heard my dad enthusiastically speaking to someone. When they finally came into view I saw my dad talking to two men, they had their backs to me so I couldn’t see their faces. After a while my dad finally noticed me. ‘Chipmunk look who’s here’ at the end of the sentence the two men turned around and I saw it was Adam and his dad. I knew it wasn’t time for Aidan to be here yet but still I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

He coughed and lifted his head and looked around the room. “What the flipping fuck?” he groaned spitting out some water. “You are Hank?” Dad’s commanding voice caught his attention “Some say that” Hank replied “Are you or are you not Hank?” Dad asked again, hiding his irritation. “Yeh, sure I’m Hank” “You know of our kind?” Hank huffed and spat on the floor and glowered at my dad. “I’d say that’s a yes” Spartan said quietly. “Yeh I know about you filthy mutts” he growled. Spartan stepped forward and growled, my father lifted his arm to stop him.

the two of them rushed at me. “Morning, munchkins. Did you sleep well?” “Yes mummy” they chorused. “I'm coming, let me say hi to daddy” I left them and the sight of my man in the kitchen was heartwarming. I thanked whatever god made me cross paths with him. Rick was a kind man to me and to our kids. Even to strangers. That was once of his many beautiful traits. “Are you going to stand there and admire me all day?” He teased me.

Mona said, winking at me. “So we all went to the beach one day. My mom was really sick and dad wanted us to have this family day before she died, or whatever. Dad had gotten pretty good at recognizing werewolves. You’re all large, muscular and pretty. O and some of you have a mark on your neck. So when dad spotted Riker and his mate, it almost ruined our family day. Mom was really upset dad was focusing on work, again. Dad overheard someone call Riker, Beta and he knew this wasn’t an ordinary rogue wolf. So mom took us home and dad followed Riker back to this pack.” “So it was just by chance? If Riker and Mia didn’t have a date that day, -“

“The little boy… I mean, Matteo already stuck his fingers inside. He got a sweet tooth just like his father when he was young.” Guilt rolled over him as he thought of the twins, who had no idea he was their father, and he wondered how they would react when they found out the truth. Would they hate him for abandoning them? “Mom, I think you should—” his voice trailed off as a loud groan came from the door of the kitchen. He jerked his head and saw Rick rubbing his face with his hands. Rick looked like he had just woken up from a bad dream, his hair messy and his eyes bloodshot.

Rocky was so furious with Jaden's attitude. "Wait! I just remember something right now!" Jaden's face lit up instantly he recalls a thing. "What is it this time around?" Rocky rolled his eyes. "Let go talk to Harrison, Joey's half-brother... He knows everything about their dad's movement!" Jaden turned to Rocky and told him with all seriousness...

I swallow a large lump, trying to suppress my cry but my brimming tears seems impossible to get rid of. "Do you know why I hated you after mom died?" Rick takes a minute to answer, conscious of his response. "I was never a good father to you. I didn't take care of you nor your mother. I was an addict who neglected his family." He explains himself but I shake my head. "No."

The dad is not Ronan. "Juicy. Keep me posted."