Step Dad Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh, hi, Hungry. I'm Dad. Nice to meet you.” Lily smiled. “Nice Dad joke.” He glanced over and flashed a wink. “I do my best.” “Daddy, I'm starving,” Maggie continued. “Okay, Starving, I’m Dad,” Wyatt said. Lily groaned. “Let’s go walk around for a bit. I’m sure we’ll find something.”

I asked while dropping Carlos. “Carlos, come here!” She called my son and I wondered what she was up to. He stood up and went frightfully to her, perhaps because she is always serious, he feared he might be scolded. Upon getting to her, she patted his head, managing a smile. Behind her was a figure, seeing Emilio made me clench. I couldn't tell why I was filled with so much anger at the moment, it seemed I hated him, I didn't really know if it was him coming again into my life as a step-dad rather than as a husband that got me pissed. How will I ever explain to Carl when he grows up and demands to know much about his dad that Emilio who's his dad is also her granddad.

Gumagawa siya ng isang detalyadong konstruksyon mula sa maliliit na piraso ng Lego toy. Nang marinig niya ang paglapit ng mga ito ay nag-angat siya ng tingin. Bumaba ang kanyang mga mata sa kanyang ama, at nagliwanag ang kanyang mukha. “Dad, pupunta ka ba para makipaglaro sa akin? Tapos na sa pagsusulat para sa araw na ito?" Lumapit si Tyler at hinaplos ang ulo ng bata. "Hindi pa, anak, ngunit nagdala ako ng isang tao upang makilala mo."

Stepdad frowned at Mother. "Why did you soften your heart and bring her here? We're discussing serious matters here. Why is she interrupting?" Phoebe thought Mother would defend her. To her shock, Mother only sighed. "If it weren't for fear of gossip, I never would've acknowledged her. Honestly, children raised in the countryside always turn out sharp-tongued and ungrateful." That night, Phoebe smashed countless things in her rage. Our stepdad refused to tolerate her any longer. In the end, it was Grandpa—braving the heavy rain on his rickety tricycle—who came to take her back.

I sit on the edge of the bed and look at the suitcase for a moment. A father who looked for me. A baby I have not told its father about. A contract that owns the next eleven months of my life. And no one to help me hold any of it. Dr. Vivian's voice, from the back of a grocery store parking lot: "You've been carrying this for a very long time without anyone to help you hold it." I stand up. Make my bed. Go to the kitchen and make bread because my hands need something to do. A father who spent twenty four years looking for me. I read that sentence five times and then I put the letter away because I am already carrying one thing I haven't told anyone. And I don't have room for another miracle

"Nine years. No title, no recognition. I took care of your parents. I gave you two children. I swallowed every humiliation they put me through." "I kept telling myself, it'll happen. What he promised will come true." Her voice fell. "Whatever I owed you, I've paid it back." "But what you owe me..." Something bright flickered in her eyes and vanished. "I don't want it anymore." Dad's lips trembled. He pressed his hands over his face and sobbed. "I'm a bastard. I'm the worst. Vanessa was just someone I used to get a rise out of you." He hit himself across the face, once, twice, over and over, until his cheek went swollen and red.

I took it down and placed it in his hand. "Come on, Dad. Let's go home." In the car, Owen held the chest on his lap, his knuckles white. Dad stared out the window for a while before he spoke. "Sadie, did I embarrass you today?" My throat closed up. He smiled a little. "My suit's a bit old, and my shoes are from last year. I should've rented something nicer if I'd known." He was completely serious. Owen's eyes went red. "Dad, they were the ones treating us like garbage!"

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

I had nothing else to say to him, so I stated bluntly, "I'm telling the truth—I don't have 75 thousand dollars." "You should just take out a loan then! You should get those sextortion loans too! You're better looking than Jacob, and you're single, too! You'll definitely get to borrow more money!" Dad suggested. I instantly lost all the remaining warmth in my gaze. I wondered why Dad didn't just come out and tell me to become an escort instead. In the meantime, a crowd had formed below after seeing someone preparing to jump from the second floor. It wasn't that great a height, so some even wondered aloud if Dad would actually die from jumping. Dad's strange remarks immediately drew everyone's