Young Dad Novels & Stories

She shouldn't think of something that is negative. "Oh, by the way I have a meeting today."Yves said while eating a steak. Xavy whined, "Why dad? Can't you just spend your time here?" Since Yves was near to Xavy, he messed his son's hair, "Thank god you haven't fully matured yet. Dad must work so that you can always eat delicious food, no matter how badly I want to stay here and spent my time to both of you, but I can't. I still have to work."

He challenged. "Trust me it's true. I'm almost 64 and I've never felt so young and virile. I make it every Saturday back home. And Celeen loves it," Said dad as he leaned in and kissed mom. "Yes, I do. It gives extra stamina and that's something I look forward to at nights," mom blushed. "Okay, okay, I think Joey gets the picture. That's just too much info for Dee and I," said Dani and the table erupted with laughter.

as the media dubs him, smile only at me. But the media is a bunch of assholes, because they forget that he’s been such a devout single parent ever since he was young. My dad hasn’t aged much. At thirty-seven going on thirtyeight, he still has a strong build that fills out his suit. He’s tall and broad and has an eight-pack. No kidding. He’s the healthiest man I know. But he also has a few age lines that make him the wisest ever—aside from a certain someone.

This man answers every question as if he’s paying a fortune for each word. Mom laughs quietly. “Sophie has always loved quiet men.” I almost inhale my orange juice. Since when? Dad looks at me. “Is that true?” I wipe my mouth with a napkin. “I also like men who explain things.” For the first time since breakfast started, Adrian turns to look at me, his eyes locking onto mine for a brief moment before he says, “I explain when necessary.” “There.” I point at him. “Exactly what I was talking about.”

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

Aurora looked his face over to see if he was joking. He didn't. But, everyone knows you're from one of the richest families in New York, you are. “They do have an idea of where it's headed.” He gave a smile that didn't have a hint of humor. "Not the beginning." Eleanor came to her grandson and comforted him, putting her comforting hand on his shoulder. Alexander doesn't say much about his childhood experiences. He would like to be remembered by people as "the man he is, and not the boy that he used to be.

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

Ethan snapped out of his daze, forcing a weak smile. "Just not feeling up to it lately." Linda stirred her creamy mushroom soup with a silver spoon, her voice warm and motherly. "Young men—you work too hard, forget to take care of yourselves." "Don't end up like your father. Running himself ragged day and night, skipping meals like they're nothing." Gerald tapped his knuckles on the table, the sound sharp and rhythmic, cutting through the silence. His gaze swept over father and son, cold and unyielding.

he replied, touching my cheeks and giving me a goofy look. "So what is it you wanted to talk about Aiden?" I asked. "Well, I wanted to talk about us and what's been happening recently. Like, I mean I don't know how to go with this discussion but I'll just go on with it anyway. I kinda like feel like a bad dad, don't know, sometimes when it flashes my mind I seem to question myself if what we were doing is actually right. Do you know? I love you but.." Watching him, I pushed my food aside and folded my arms, "What do you mean? Elaborate " my voice became cold.