You're The Best Dad Novels & Stories

dad says. "Done, I'll say it's their defaulted bot even" I reply with an evil smile, best way to get back to business. "That's why you are my favorite son" dad says laughing, yup, that's exactly why I'm his favorite!

I said as a tear drop fell from my eye. “Now get in and live your best life baby,” My dad said as he opened the door of the taxi he had just hailed. I got into the taxi and smiled at my dad. “Goodbye daddy.” With one last glance, I watched my dad shut the door and the taxi drive off. The ride wasn’t so long and in no time we got to Antonio’s home. His house was very pretty, it was a modern studio kind of duplex. I knocked on the door and waited for a response. This new life made me quite anxious.

“No, Sebastian. I'm not making fun of you. It's just funny how you're older but then you look way hotter than the guys at college. You have a healthy body and it looks good on you” I said and my face fell when I realized how I must have sounded… like a fucking pervert who was oogling over the body of an older man. Worst of all, the older man was my best friend's dad! What the hell, Jenny? “I'm so sorry, Sebastian. I didn't mean to make it sound like that… I was just complimenting you and…” I stopped rambling and gasped when he suddenly squeezed my hands gently, his intense forest green eyes staring into my soul.

"Hello dad, I've missed you. How are you doing?" "I'm doing great. You?" There was a small pause and then he continued. "Congratulations on getting your art sold. Though I would have loved to have my face on the canvas." He said with a small chuckle. I laughed at his comment. "Yours will be next, dad. Remember Mr. Blackwell looks like an action movie actor...easy to draw." I lied. "Alright, I'm no longer jealous. How's the school? Do you like it and do you like London?"

“Babe, there’s something else I have to tell you,” I said. He raised his head to gaze at me, his cheeks wet from tears. I used my hand to wipe his face as I spoke. “While I am happy to share my life with you and our child, I don’t see my life without my parents in it too. My dad is your best friend, and I don’t want to come between you both.” “Shhhh, shhhh,” he said, taking my left hand and planting a soft kiss on it. “You didn’t come between I and Derry, but I understand he’s just protective of you, just like I will be of our daughter.” I frowned.

so how could he cheat? "Now, I would like to make this toast for the woman I love the most, Catherine, my baby..." Alastar smiled genuinely as he held his glass high and looked at her. "Happy birthday, my love. I hope you'll enjoy this day as much as we do." Catherine couldn't feel anything, and yet, she chose to keep her head held up high and return the favor. Cheerful cheers and soft handclaps echoed around the place. All of their friends came, including their close relatives just to join her for her special day.

That fucking bitch. “Dad, you can’t seriously be listening to her!” I blurted out. “She’s just trying to—” “Enough!” My dad’s voice boomed in my ear, silencing me. “Stop blaming everyone else for your mistakes. Grow up, Rochelle.” The line went dead before I could respond. I stood there in disbelief, staring at the phone like it had betrayed me. The world felt like it was caving in around me. My dad—my own father—had chosen her over me. I bit my lip to keep from sobbing out loud, but the tears spilled over anyway, mixing with the rain running down my face.

“Ashley, you barely come home anymore. You've stopped calling, and now you're telling me you're dating someone you haven't said a word about before?” “He's not just someone, and we just made it official.” I said quickly, “He's good to me, dad. He's really good.” Jayden’s jaw tensed. “Good how? The kind of good that buys you things? or the kind that treats you better and makes you feel safe.” “Both,” I said quietly. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “You know I'm not trying to scare you, right? I just…I've watched you break before when I told you about your mother. And I'm not in a hurry to watch it happen again.”

I glance at the planner, who is practically pleading with her eyes for me to say yes. “They’re perfect, Dad,” I say quickly, and she exhales in relief. “Good,” he says with a nod. “Because I want nothing but the best for my little girl.” I smile at him. My heart swells with love for him as I watch him fuss over every last detail. This is his way of showing how much he loves me, of making up for all the hurt, and all the regrets. “Dad, everything is perfect. I love it. I wrap my arms around dad and press a kiss on his cheek “Thank you so much, dad. Dad’s the best.”

He gives me another taunting smile that makes my stomach churn with disgust. "I hate you so much. I can't believe you were the man I used to look up to. That you are my best friend's father!" I say slowly, tears gathering in my eyes. There was a prolonged silence, laden with unspoken thoughts, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of his scrutiny. His fury was still there.