Your Dad Novels & Stories

Tyler Williams My dad is the man I hate the most. He only thinks about himself and the company. He never gives a fuck if I exist or not. He always been like that since I was a kid. I always wonder the reason why he acts so cold to me, but mom always said he is tired or busy.

I took it down and placed it in his hand. "Come on, Dad. Let's go home." In the car, Owen held the chest on his lap, his knuckles white. Dad stared out the window for a while before he spoke. "Sadie, did I embarrass you today?" My throat closed up. He smiled a little. "My suit's a bit old, and my shoes are from last year. I should've rented something nicer if I'd known." He was completely serious. Owen's eyes went red. "Dad, they were the ones treating us like garbage!"

“We haven't even had the babies yet and you're already arguing about toys.” “They'll need options.” “They won't know what options are.” “They'll learn.” He shakes his head, smiling. The house feels different now and even with how the men treat me. The way they both look up whenever I enter a room. The way someone notices when I've been standing too long. The way concern has slowly stopped feeling like fear and started feeling like care. At night, we often end up together in bed, talking long after we should be asleep. Sometimes nobody says much at all. Sometimes one of them rests a hand over my stomach and we simply lie there.

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

The place is occupied with hot ladies trying to apply more touch-up or gossip… or… Fuck. I gasp on walking into a lady, face buried between her partner’s thighs as she eats her pussy. The phone stops ringing before I can rush over to a calmer area. It starts buzzing again and I hastily pick it up. “Dad, we’re sorry we just stepped out—” “We’re in the hospital,” he heaves a loud sigh, his voice seems drained. “What?!” I groan and turn to be sure I didn't scare anyone. “I’m sorry… your mum relapsed.”

"You should be supporting your daughter since she's found someone she loves! What kind of parent tries to talk their child out of dating? Have you lost your mind?" Dad only stared at him in silence. Then, he grabbed Uncle David's hand and led him into the study.

He stayed still, like a man who knew movement would be the same as confession. “I saw the way he looked at you at the barbecue,” Lily said. “I felt the way he reacted when you called his name. It wasn’t nothing, Dad.” Damian exhaled slowly, then pulled out the chair across from hers and sat down. “You’ve always been sharp,” he said. “That’s not an answer.” He studied her for a long moment, eyes searching hers for the version of his daughter that might still want to believe in a simple world. He didn’t find it.

I am already thinking that you're my son. ​"But, if you were my Dad, I would hate you. Like, literally. Daddy Jaydee is the best, can't replace him, sigh!"

"Dad..." "Whatever's troubling my baby, I wish to know," he said. "Perhaps I can help." I looked away, biting my lower lip as I thought about it. I know I've told Mom about a 'certain' guy I was seeing. I don't know if she told him yet. I just don't know how my father would react to something like this.

Dad : How is life as a married man? The question sounded like a trap. Everything coming from my father was like a trap in disguise. I stared at the message for a few seconds before typing a reply. Me: Great, thanks for your not needed concern. His response came immediately. Dad: I hope it really is great. The old man is crazy. Me: No need to hope, it already is great. Dad: I’ll be the judge of that from the outside. What exactly is his problem?