Single Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

He didn’t find it. “Before I say anything,” he said carefully, “you need to understand that what’s between Eli and me doesn’t take away what he feels for you.” Her stomach tightened, a cold, hollow thing opening up inside her chest. “So there is something.” He didn’t deny it. “Dad,” she whispered, the word cracking on its way out, “how could you?” Damian leaned forward, elbows on the table. “It didn’t start the way you think. It wasn’t planned. It was… gravity. Dangerous. Yes. But controlled.”

I leaned in, my eyes locked onto his lips, and whispered: "Protective like a stepfather—or jealous like a man?"

“I’ll make room for you.” She gave him one last wink before going out the door to help Maggie find her swimsuit. Wyatt leaned back and put his hands behind his head. Being a single dad had never been the plan. He would never forget Caroline as long as he lived, but he knew that with Lily around, his family would be whole once more.

Her mom sighed and pulled her daughter close. “No, Amy. Even I used to think so. Your dad wasn’t my first love. He loved me while I loved another. Jonathan forcefully married me and later I realized the man I loved was a playboy. He was involved with many women simultaneously. Your dad’s caring nature made me fall in love with him. Our marriage didn’t end in a disaster and neither will yours.” “Yours was different, Mom. Dad loved you, but Ryder doesn’t love me. He is obsessed with someone else. He’s marrying me only to forget her.”

The apartment smells like coffee and laundry detergent and the faint mildew that never quite goes away. Victor texts again. Got your money. Nice bump. Tell your rich boyfriend thanks. See you soon, kid. I feel sick. Victor Hayes. My father. The man who used to carry me on his shoulders at the beach when I was little, who taught me how to change a tire, who promised he’d build us a house with a pool one day. The same man who gambled away Mom’s wedding ring when I was twelve, who screamed at her until she cried, who left for good when Sophie was four. Who still calls me “baby girl,” as I owe him something for the few good memories he left behind.

In truth, I should probably thank Dennis. If he hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't be who I am now. Just then, my phone rang. It was Raymond McMillan, Dennis's father. "Anna," he said, his voice warm and familiar, "are you coming back to Veldere soon? Once you're back, you can finally become my daughter-in-law." My heart skipped a beat. For him to say something like that… it meant he didn't know. He didn't know that Dennis was already with someone else.

I was trying to impress her. “She has outgrown us now.” Mom said and I shook my head and planted a kiss on her cheek. “You know that’s not true. I’ve been swamped with work…are these for me?” “Yep.” My dad handed me the flowers with one hand and took my duffel bag with his other hand. “Did I tell you Hank is here?” We walked over to their Toyota Camry. “Yes mom, you mentioned.” Hank was her friend’s son, I can’t remember which one of her friends. She joined this book club where they spent half of their time drinking wine and the other half to matchmake their single kids. It was either that or gossiping about their married kids.

He didn't tell me. “It’s done, Ruby. Dad’s made the changes. Those businesses are yours and the baby’s now,” he states firmly, determination etched in his features. "If Dad could build his businesses with me while he was a single parent, I can do it. I want to do it myself, not be handed my life and not have to struggle a single day."