Romans & histoires The Dad He Didn't Have To Be

He smells of shoe polish and cologne. “How have you been, my dear?” Dad asks me, cocking his head to one side with a big grin on his face. He does not mind the fact that his teeth are stained from his many years of kola nut addiction; he flashes a grin anytime he sees an opportunity to. “I am very fine, Dad!” I say. After not getting the role of Sugarplum Fairy, a date with Adam is a befitting consolation prize. “How have you been?” I ask him not out of courtesy or habit but because I really want to know. I worry about my Dad more than the average girl. After the demise of my Mum when I just turned four (too young to even remember it), I am the only family he has. He does not even have a gir

As though Austin was psychic and had somehow witnessed the scene, he spoke. “Disrupt my family? What does that even mean? I want to be in our son’s life because it’s the right thing to do. I mean, he’s already getting to the age where kids are most likely going to poke fun at him for not having a dad. Kids can be really mean. I should know, because I grew up without my real dad, and it was tough as hell, especially knowing that I had a dad who was alive, but he just wasn’t in my life. It’s a different thing if he was dead or something. I don’t want Jimmy feeling that way about me later. He seems like a really nice kid, which means that you’ve done an excellent job so far. I would like to get

Dad: "I know you will feel funny talking about this, but I heard you did real well!" Me: "I, I don't know what to say...this is all so very weird." Dad: "I just wanted to talk to you; given all the unlikely things that had to happen to end up this way, I just wanted to tell you that I was cool with this. To be honest, your mom was never the problem; we didn't have a second child because of my sperm count, not your mom's religious upbringing. We never considered you as part of the solution, but frankly, since it did happen, your mother and I are delighted. I know you probably are turning red discussing this, but you have to know: it is likely that this is mom's last chance. So, you have my bl

“By the way, you’re in a good mood today—are you going on a date?” “Date? Who, me?” My dad laughed out loud. That’s right, that man wasn’t capable of keeping a woman happy. All I could remember from the time my mom left was that he tried to fill her empty spot many times. Although he never got remarried, there were countless potential candidates—who had all lived here for a while. They were too much to count on my hands. All of them had backed out because they couldn’t take it anymore. My dad was a control freak and obsessed with his work. He had always been proud of his job as a DEA agent and had not been afraid to show it.

he sighed “look Danny I know my methods are unorthodox but I need you to do me a favor please I need you to do this for me you have to do this for me I’m your dad please I” “Let’s get something straight I don’t have to do a goddamn thing especially for you. You need me, that’s the statement of the year. Do you know what I needed? I needed a father all those years ago, and for him not to abandon me or not drop me off at someone else’s, making me their problem and not yours. You dropped me off on someone like I was a baby left on a doorstep, and you have the nerve to show your face to me. You're not my dad, you don’t deserve that title, you're not anything to me anymore. My dad died the moment

“To us, it is a blessing from the moon goddess. She is blessing the union of our wolves. She wants them to be together.” His eyes widen. “Your mated to my hero?” He jumps around with joy. “Brandon, I can’t accept him.” “Why not?” he asks, crossing his arms and stomping his foot. “Everyone else has one. Finley’s dad taught him how to pee standing up. Charlie’s dad takes him fishing. Evan’s dad taught him to ride a bike. Why can’t I have a daddy?” He cries. I never realized how much it affects him not having a father. All those moments they should have shared. “Your daddy died, baby.” I told him. “I try my best.” He threw his arms around me. “I love you, mommy, you are the best. But can I have

She looks sad for a minute and then says, "Your father forgot that somewhere along the line and started thinking only about his dick." Adam looks pissed for a minute. "He was more of a 'sperm donor' Mom. He was never really a father like some of my friends have and was never there for any of Allie's or my activities when we were little, like a true father would be if they could, and he could. He just didn't. I won't be like him ever, and if I ever start doing it, you both have my permission to tell me how I'm fucking it up."

Not if you kill this bastard! The other, What Dad doesn't know won't hurt him.

“Like him.” She arched a brow. “Him? It could be a ‘her.’” “I’m not going to be very good at the dad thing. You know that, right?” Natalie pinned him with a look as she cradled his face in her hands. “You will be. I know you will be.” “Baby, I don’t know anything about being a dad — mine died too early and wasn’t much there.” “Exactly. Just do everything your dad didn’t do.”

He was a terrible human and a terrible father. "Your dad never showed up at my mom's burial; in fact, the last time I saw your father was a few months before your first birthday; he came home, and Betty was waiting for him in the car. I thought it was their usual drop-off at home, but this time, he picked up his remaining things at home, and without a single word, they drove off; he never called, not even once; he didn't want you when you were a kid; he might not want you now, Charm."