Single Father Novels & Stories

I lifted my glass, taking a small sip of water, my expression unreadable. "It has crossed my mind. After all, you are his father. You are supposed to protect him, support him... not take the things he discards." He laughed, a low, rough sound. "Protect him? Support him? Adrian is a disappointment. A weak, sentimental boy who thinks love is the most important thing in the world. He thinks money grows on trees, that power is given, not taken. He loves that girl, Elara... and she loves his name and his money. She doesn't love him. Just like you didn't love him either."

I say, trying to keep my voice light despite the emotions churning inside me. "No, you don't. And I love that about you." He takes my hand gently. "Sam likes you too. I could tell. He's usually so reserved with new people, but he opened up to you almost immediately." "He's a wonderful boy. You're raising him well." "I'm trying. It's hard, being a single father with a sick child. Some days I feel like I'm failing him." "You're not failing him. He's loved, cared for, safe. That's what matters."

"Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, what's going on? Is dinner ready?" Seeing him, Kennard seemed to lose all rationality. "Who are you calling Grandpa and Grandma? Don't you dare call us that! We don't even know who your real dad is. Get out of here!" Christopher, confused by the sudden harshness, ran straight into my arms and started crying. He had no idea why the grandparents who usually adored him had suddenly turned cold. His sobs only made Kennard more irritable. He grabbed Christopher and threw him onto the sofa, then grabbed him by the neck. "Why are you crying? Have I been too kind to you? Get out! Go find your real dad! Don't you dare stay in this house!"

"Single fathers don't have strong standing in custody cases, especially when the child has been previously adopted and the situation involves international jurisdictions." Fuck! Fuck bureaucracy. Fuck this entire goddamn system.

To that punk boy? I corrected him, gritting my words out, " Ryan..He isn't your father..he won't be.." He blinked innocently, mumbled his words, " Why won't he? If mom gets married to someone, obviously he will be my father. Isn't it?" In that exact moment, my anger erupted in front of Ryan. I gripped onto his shoulders tightly, and emphasized each one of my words clearly, " Ryan! There will be no father and they never will be.. Because I am your only father and you will have no father except me.. Don't listen to your grandpa anymore.."

I took a deep breath and said again, "Lewis, I'm telling you again. He is not your son. We are over, so please stop pestering me. After all, the best exes are the ones who are as good as dead. If you run into them, the most respectful thing is to act like you've never met." I glanced over at my son, Damon Bauer. It was the 90th birthday of Johann Tucker, my husband's godfather. He hadn't met me and Damon yet, so he insisted my husband, Elliot Bauer, bring both of us along. But halfway there, Elliot had an urgent matter to take care of, so I came ahead with Damon. Damon sweetly called out "Grandpa Johann", which made Johann so happy that he immediately gave Damon some pocket money. He pulled

It warms my heart to know even with the obvious wealth, he still strives to do what he can for people. I tell him a little about me, giving him the rundown of my career with Craft Corners, but he's more intrigued by my personal life than my job. My mother ran off when I was little, leaving my father as a single parent. He thought education and life experience were important, hence the second language, and overall provided an incredible life for me. When he passed away five years ago, I relied heavily on my friends for familial support. I tell him about Malloree, and enjoy watching him laugh at our antics. "I have to ask, Mila, why are you still single?" The age old question, one I hear all t

I shook my head, “He’s just a friend dad, he’s helping me get away from all the Steve drama and the Darren drama.” He looked over to the kids, “You know I love you to death right kiddo, but I feel like I need to say this. You need to settle down, you’ve got 3 kids, 2 are biologically yours and they all have different fathers. You don’t get help with any of them, I’m telling you Ian is a real man, he won’t act up like those boys did. I thought when you met Steve you would settle down but it was always rocky. He needs to grow the fuck up that kid.”

“That's confidential…” “He's traumatized from what happened in the past…the fact that he accepted another woman as his mother shows he can get over it…” he knew what I was talking about; however, Ricardo was as stubborn as before. He didn't like talking about his past. That was why he preferred being a single father. The doctor watched as Ricardo stormed out of the office, furious. ___ “He's going to be fine…don't worry,” Marcela said, coaxing Alana not to worry. He didn't leave Santiago's side even after two days.

She can't let him suffer alone. “What is wrong with you?” Claire asked but he lingered and stared at her briefly. He sighed softly and said “After father died, everything went out of control. I've been diagnosed with hypertension for a while now but I was able to keep it in check and was managing it. But despite having two biological children and one foster daughter, I had no one by my side as I buried my father. That didn't bother me as much as seeing myself standing alone. What if I die, my remains will be at the mercy of other people because I have no child by my side?” Dekunle squeaked.