You're The Best Dad Novels & Stories

“You’re impossible. You give me a heart attack every damn day.” He caught my hand, pulling me against him with that smug grin. “And yet you love me.” I glared, though my lips twitched. “Unfortunately.” He leaned down, kissing me quick and rough. “Say thank you. Your man just built the first toddler Ferrari.” I laughed despite myself, swatting him. “You’re a menace.” He handed the baby to me, still grinning. “Correction: I’m the best dad ever. Admit it.”

"So what can I do for you all?" "I mainly just wanted to check in with all you boys, to make sure that you're ok, to make sure that your mates are doing ok." This is my dad for you, always checking in on us. Aside from being an incredible Alpha and leader, he has always been the best dad. One of the best dads that I've ever known and every single one of us in this room knows it.

My Dad explained his fearful mood that had darkened his thoughts. “Dad! Knock off with that bullshit, right now! Ever since Mom left, you’ve always made sure I was warm at night, clothed in the day, and had food in my tummy. I’ve never wanted anything, and I love you for that. And since you’ve lightened up over the last three years, you’ve always been there when I needed to talk. Always! I guess I'm hanging around here because you’re my best friend. Okay?”

Today was literally one the best days of my life. "Well, I would like to thank God for all of you here with me today," Dad started as he lifted a glass of champagne. "There's absolutely nothing like family. Family is always the best. Family should always come first. Whatever difficulty we may be having in this life, with family, it becomes a lot easier. Infact, it becomes the easiest thing to scale through, with family. I'm grateful for each and everyone of you...and if there's something I would like to wish for, it will be long life. Long life so we could get to be together even when we're all gray and old."

my dad responds and that tone makes Saint scowl hard, "Bernard isn't my errand boy, he's my Head of Security and currently my best employee. I trusted him with something I would only trust my second hand and he delivered perfectly. I also trust him with my most beloved possession, my son. He is the best." "You don't have to tell me that, I know he’s the best. I also know he hasn’t even shown you his full potential," she responds with a serious tone and then turns those sharp eyes to Saint. Him and I are the only ones still standing, but I just don't feel comfortable sitting down while he looks so ready to blow up. I know I don't have the physical strength to stop him if he decides to pounce

At first, I walked past her and was almost in my room when she followed me, trying to reach out and hold my hand, like a mother-daughter gesture, and asked again, "Can't you tell me who brought you home? What are you hiding?" I looked into her eyes and realized she wasn't going to accept "no" for an answer. So, I said, "It was Tyler, my best friend's dad." I had already prepared in my mind what to say next, depending on her response. "How kind of him. Despite it being nighttime, he still took the time to come and pick you up. He must see you like a daughter, that is what every father would have done, " my mum replied.

she said after a moment. I lifted my head from my father's shoulder and looked at her. "What?" "Your father. Tell me about him." I didn't know why she was asking. I didn't know why she cared. But something about the way she stood there waiting made me want to answer. "He's the best man I've ever known," I said. My voice came out rough from disuse. "He's always been there for me. Even when I made stupid decisions and married the wrong person and lost everything. He never gave up on me. He never stopped believing I could be better. He's such a wonderful father. I cant lose him."

We were nestled high above the ground, obscured from view by the thick cover of leaves. “Your dad is an arsehole.” “He just wants the best for me. He wants me to be a strong leader.” “If that was my dad, he would have ridden the Ferris wheel over and over again with me. He would have held my hand the whole time until I felt confident enough to let go and enjoy it. I’ll say it again. Your dad is an arsehole.”

“I know this letter has already been found by now. I'm such an oldie, you know? I mean, who sends letters these days? But I felt the need to write it for you, my girl. You’re so strong, you know. I might be your dad, but I admire you greatly. I know what you endured for me, even the things you didn’t say out loud. I appreciate every single one.

His voice rumbled low, playful. “Nova, you are the river, through my stone…” I chimed in, proud of myself for remembering the words. “The echo that makes me whole, a gentle fire in my bones…” Then Mum joined in, dramatic as ever. She belted the last line with the flair of a diva who deserved a standing ovation. “I find forever wherever you arrrre—” I collapsed into Dad’s lap, giggling while he blew raspberries into my stomach. My world was whole. My chest felt like it might burst from too much love.