Young Dad Novels & Stories

"Peter, see how considerate Jen is. She's worried you might suffer out there, so she's even arranged both food and lodging for you." "It's just helping Ronald look after his kid. Surely that is better than the poor life you are living now. You should thank Jen." Ronald touched his watch and put on a show of concern. "Don't worry, Peter. If my daughter misbehaves, I'll discipline her myself. I won't let her give you a hard time." Jenny snorted and shot me a sideways look. "Give him a hard time? He vanished over something trivial back then. Now that he can't survive out there, he comes crawling back. It's only right that he endures a little."

Farel's voice greeted them. "Daddy and Granddad are cool," said the four-year-old boy pointing to the two men of different ages who were competing in the pool. "Well, you just pulled over. Granddad didn't see," said Keenan's daddy who was the first to go upstairs. Leaving Keenan who was currently grabbing his towel. The conversation just flowed. There was no more awkwardness although Keenan still seemed to be keeping his distance. However, for Mommy and Daddy, it was more than enough to enjoy their time together that would soon end.

"Don't worry. No one will get to bully you." I leaned into his arms, sniffling, "My finger hurts so much. Thank goodness you came when you did…" Dylan was staring fixedly at us, completely ignoring Lily's screams as he suddenly said, "Dad, you're being too close to Wendy. That's improper—just put her down. I know I've made a mistake…" "What's improper?" John snapped. "And quit using Wendy's first-name. She is your elder—I will be marrying her next month."

"That’s old. Try something new." For a moment, Dad fell silent, the room simmering with tension. Then he flashed Jacob a wry smile, leaning in as he spoke. "Fine. My insults should match your age, shouldn’t they? After all, you’re hardly the young one here, are you? More like a fucking ancient relic."

“This dog is not my mate. I can’t smell anything remotely attractive from him.” “Permission to kill, Uncle Tyson?” Jax growled, eyes glinting. “Granted,” Dad said too fast. I shot him a glare. “I’m your only son!” “Exactly. I’ve suffered enough.” “Horrible father.” “Proud of it.” “I’ll help Alpha Stone prank you next.” “Horrible son.” “Also proud.” “I hate you.” “Mutual.” “STOP IT!” Daddy finally exploded. “Food’s getting cold. Ty’s tired. Sit your asses down!”

I'm due to give birth any day and this man is stealing glances with his new wife. “Dad, I'm going to offend both of you but I'm going to say it. What the hell is wrong with both of you?! And you, dad, you want to have kids in your old age?! You're about to be a grandfather in a couple of weeks or days! Your grandchild is getting on my darn nerves!” I said to my dad who maintained his amused expression and Lydia looked like she didn't know the appropriate response to my words. “Darling, go bother your mate for a while. I have things to discuss with my mate,” dad said and I felt myself get sick.

he replied in the same tone and bumped my shoulder back. "Both of you shut your holes! It's like I'm raising two toddlers" My mum said as she got tired of our yapping. My dad was childish sometimes but he is pretty grown up when it comes serious things like his job and taking care of the family and stuff but he's a chill guy otherwise. My dad, Jerry Kline, is a software engineer. My mum and dad met in college when my dad was studying in England and they fell in love. My mum got pregnant in her final year, got married to my dad and came back to America with him.

his Dad explained “I find what grandpa does more fun, I love it..and dad I am not a gentleman, I want to handle guns and give orders, take revenge and—” his dad cut him short while his grandpa sat back and placed his legs on the table laughing out. “What are you even saying, your grandpa is a Mob boss and you want to be a Mobster? Looks like you don’t know who a Mafia is” his dad slapped his forehead laughing.

I already want to be a grandfather, "said my dad softly Suddenly I, my mom, and Noah were silent for a moment. We were amazed at my dad, who even looked relaxed, eating his food "oh my God," said my mom patting his forehead. "What? What is wrong? Hey, I want to be a grandfather," said my dad defensively. I swallowed my saliva roughly while Noah held back his laughter to mock me. "Dad? I still have to go to college for this one year, "I replied firmly.

“What? No, you are not going out with Grandpa.” The front door opened and Dad walked in carrying a backpack and bag of groceries. Was it a bad idea to let my Dad hang out with my kids? “Where are my boys?!” he called. Archer and Dane bolted towards him. “Grandpa.” “Sup, old man?” Kade shook hands with my Dad. “I can still take you,” Dad cackled. “Dad, wrestling a bear?” I planted my hands on my hips. “Dane, told didn’t he?” Dad stared at my two-year-old.