Young Dad Novels & Stories

“I sure am.” A smooth chuckle escaped him, causing his under eyes to wrinkle a bit. I didn’t need to be told but this man was a looker back in his days. Even in his old age, he still served that ‘big daddy’ vibes that had cougars tripping on their feet. I swear if he smiled like that, he’d reverse lots and lots of menopause. “I know this is very forward of me, but I am just a father who is looking out for his son.” Okay.

“ Have you lost your manners Jeff , how many times have I warned you to stop trying to go against my already laid down rules and regulation “ He screamed at me . I could literally see the anger raising of from his face . My dad had a grey hair and he looked really old , though he wasn’t that old but was in his late 50th but then you could mistake him for another age even thought he still look good regardless of the drugs that he had been taking all his life . “ dad , I am not here to banter words with you , but I just want you to tell me truth of what I had just heard “

his dad boosting his confidence and he just shrug his shoulder. "İ don't care if she doesn't love me, as long as we're got married, that's enough and no need to rushed İ know she will gonna love me, the way İ love her," the tune of his voice such positive surely he'll make it. "That's my son, anyway goodnight, the night was about to deepen," his dad said and he just raised his glass and drink the vodka before walk next to his dad into his room. The next day, Yarro prepared the necessarily utilizes of the lord.

Aurora asked, still very surprised. “Yes...” Estelle said and nodded in shyness. “Grandma, I have two dads, a previous dad, and a new dad,” Yohan said seriously to Aurora. “My new dad is awesome. He’s a superhero, just like Iron Man. He can save the world! He goes to work at dawn and returns home very late every day!” “A... superhero?” Aurora couldn’t believe what she had heard. “Yes!” Yohan nodded and said firmly, “Although I don’t know what kind of superpower he has, I know that he is very, very powerful!”

"Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years." That person froze. The entire office fell dead silent. The teacher looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something, but she ultimately kept it to herself and placed my withdrawal application at the corner of her desk. I turned on my heel and left the office. The school corridor stretched out ahead of me. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, creating a checkered pattern of light and dark across the linoleum floor. When I walked past the Wall of Fame, I caught the photograph prominently displayed in the center. My father, Ian Smith, stood to one side while his stepso

Noah said in a serious tone. "Oh come on, dad, I'm still working even though I don't come to the office," Jayden replied lightly. "Tsk! Don't call me that. People will think, how old am I getting married when my child is as big as you," Noah grumbled while pouting. "Five years?" Jayden laughed. "You're my grandpa's son, just think of you as my father's younger brother, so since my father has passed away, you are my father too."

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

Boys at school definitely pay attention, but other than that I would say I’m pretty ordinary. Well, ordinary except for one thing: my father. I could feel the pressure in the room, listening as my dad began anxiously tapping his foot against the wood floor. I dropped my pencil and turned in my office chair to face him. What did he want this time? “Good baby. Now you’re paying attention.” Without missing a beat he stood up and began undressing. He pulled off his shirt, rather quickly for a man of his size. 47 years old, 5’11, 220lbs; and unlike other fathers, my dad wasn’t fat. He was fit and lean. The grey hairs on his head came from experience, not stress. The smile lines on his face, rathe

"Dad, I came from your middle login. You probably won't remember me." The system wished it had never given internet access. "I should never have let you go online!" Dad was puzzled by the terms 'old login' and 'middle login'. He scrunched up his face, ready to ask more, but a loud honk cut him off. The car door swung open, and Dad got a stinging slap across his face. The sound of the slap rang out loud and clear. "How could you, Elliot? You're not even a grown-up yet, and you've already got a granddaughter for me. What will people think of the Smith family now?!" Dad's father, Yale Smith, was fuming, his chest rising and falling with anger.

Smart kid for a five year old. “ Are you okay with that?” Gena asked. Xavier looked at my dad “ Does that mean you will be my daddy?” I could see the hope in his eyes. It almost broke my heart if I didn’t already know the answer. Dad gets down on his knees so he is eye level to Xavier. “ If you want me to, I would love to be your daddy.” Dad gets his answer in the form of Xavier launching himself at my dad yelling “ Tony is going to be my daddy.” I wasn’t sure if I was going to laugh or cry. Damn hormones.