Your Dad Will Do Novels & Stories

“Yeah, yeah, Dad. I’ll take care of it. See you at home.” I have to fight the urge to laugh out loud. Dad. Of course. It’s almost too perfect. Mike, the tough guy who prides himself on his bravado, still answering to Daddy. I lean back further, smirking to myself. This night might turn out to be worth it after all.

“You think I don’t know that?” Dad was quiet for a moment. Then, in a tone that was softer but just as firm, he said, “You’re my son. I can’t stop you. But you better know what you’re doing.” I swallowed, my grip tightening around the phone. “I do.” Silence stretched between us before my father finally spoke again. “Alright. Then do it.” The call ended. I exhaled slowly, my fingers curling into a fist. Richard Hart was an arrogant, selfish bastard.

my father says, more sharply than I’m used to hearing him speak. Lysa looks irritated with his tone, but rather than say anything, she turns and stomps off. When we get to Will’s office, I help my father to a chair at the table while Will sits across from me. I sit beside Will and fold my hands. “Is this about the baby? I plan to redo my will to make sure my grandpup is well cared for,” Dad begins. “Dad, no. Thank you for that and I love you for wanting to care for grandpup, but this is about you. Will and I … we’re worried about you. You look exhausted, Dad.”

"I just need him to care about me. That's enough." "It's not enough," Dad said gently. "But I understand. Just... don't sell yourself short, sweetheart. You deserve someone who loves you completely." "I know." Even if I might never have it. "I'll be there this weekend," he said. "What about Mom?" He sighed. "I'll handle your mother. She's not going to like it, but she'll come around." I wasn't so sure about that, but I didn't argue. "Thank you, Dad."

"Thanks, Dad. How is Mom holding up?" Dad chuckles. "Your mom always feels her water is going to break everytime. I feel like I'm going to have an heart attack one day" I laughed. "You can't blame her. Her due date is near so she's bound to go into labour at anytime now" "True. The chicken wings is on the house, guys" Maxton rises up from his chair, hugging Dad tightly. "You're the best, Mr. V" I hated whenever Dad gave my friends and I free food. He needed to make a living as well, didn't he?. Work is work no matter what.

He smiled, “Well if you don’t like Lansing, there are a few towns that have been offering me jobs constantly, we can check those out. And I’d be happy to meet your father anytime.” Just then I got a text from my father, Dad: I’m coming home, I’ll be home in a few hours. Can you come by or can I meet you somewhere? I looked up at Ian, “Sure how about today?"

"I'll try dad but if she starts anything I can't promise I won't finish it." "Good enough. Give your old man a hug I gotta go." I didn't even bother telling him that I was too old for this shit, he wouldn't listen anyway, no more than mom does when she corners me. "It's all going to be fine son trust me." *** MANDY ***

Damn… whatever was in that tea was strong. Dad chuckled. “Your leg may be hurt, but your little guy is perfectly fine. I need you to make me a grandchild. I’m running out of time, and I think you need a little push.”

then I sat on the chair. dad: "here take soya milk and sandwich and egg omelet..." me: " wow...!! chicken sandwich... thank you dad... (I took one bite) hmm... dad you are really great... Better you become chef.. don't do that business..." he just laughed at my sentence... dad: "so what's plan today... " me: "nothing much dad... just meeting friends in cafe... and hang out with friends... that's it.... " dad: " so madam is not going to be in home... "

he emphasized, dumping a load of rocks deep into my gut. “What am I going to do?” I asked. Dad looks at me with a determined expression I haven’t seen in a long while. “It’s time I train you like my mother trained me. But I’m warning you, it won’t be a walk in the park.” He said. I met his gaze head-on. “I’ll do it.” Dad’s jaw clenched and he gritted his teeth. He looked unsure, but I could see his hesitation. “I have to do this. Mum won’t hold on for much longer,”