Full Time Dad の小説・ストーリー

"Why do you talk like that? Do you realize you're not a good parent? Dad." Never having heard his father speak like this before, David felt strange so he gave a response like his words. "Look, no parents are perfect, I'm aware of that, I don't want to say I'm a father without flaws, but at least I've become a father who can give you a very decent life like so far." As a super busy father, Justin managed to make David financially fit but he made it his son, lacking time and attention. David couldn't fully blame his parents for spending more of their time on business and business partners.

LUCIANO Eloise ls was absent again at dinner, but since I didn’t want to worry to the kids I told them she was at the office, working late again.. I still haven't adjusted to suddenly moving from bachelorhood to fatherhood. Not just to one or two but three kids.. My trust issue made me send their nanny away and now I even have to drive them back from school! "Why is mom very busy this days, Dad?" "Dad" I had to be touched to realize I was the dad they are calling. I would have laughed at the reality but I had to be an adult..

The sweetness is slowly evaporating from her voice. My dad holds up his hands in faux surrender. “I don’t mean to be rude. I just want to make sure you understand the world you’re signing up for. Men like Cole and me, we work long hours. He won’t have much time to spend with you, let alone hear about and pay attention to what’s going on in your life.” Nicole doesn’t say anything.

“I don’t have time either, Dad. That’s what the trainers are for, right?” Cocking his head, he shrugged. “And I’m not asking, Kaden. I’m telling you to go put in some face time with the kids, play nice for a couple of minutes, and then you can come back to whatever it is you’re so busy with.” I was busy brokering a deal that would make him at least eight million dollars, but that didn’t matter to him. It never did. I was pretty sure Dad thought I sat down here and played solitaire on my computer all day.

"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.

"I mean it, Dad. I'm good. Now, go console your wife before she plots her next move against Aiden's mom. We don't want war." Dad throws his head back and laughs. "Of course we don't." "Are you still coming over to the house one of these weekends?" Dad asks. He's been extending invitations for me to visit, but I keep postponing them due to the fear of running into Mom. "I'm lonely at home, and I miss having you around. It's been ages since you've left home, Snugglebug." I roll my eyes at the nickname. Dad works as a DevOps engineer, working remotely from home. I often wonder how he and Mom met and got married, given their demanding jobs.

“And that sounds like the most normal thing in the world. He was affectionate with my mom. He woke me up in the mornings. He sat at the edge of my bed when I had a fever. He came to my stupid little sports games even when I was benched the whole time. He lived with us, Jas. Not a ‘weekend dad.’ Not a ‘sometimes he remembers your birthday’ dad. A dad who… brewed coffee and forgot to turn the stove off.” My brow lifted. “That sounds… almost human.” Adrian gave half a smile, then lost it again. “Yeah. A very human man with a very organized way of keeping another part of his life in a drawer that never opened in our house.” Drawer, clicked somewhere in the back of my mind.

He's busy and I can't help but feel gloomy, as if the dark clouds are hanging over my head. "I don't even know what I'm doing with him, Dad." I sigh when Dad gets me to open up after we finish our dinner. Edwin is doing the dishes and clearing the table since Dad cooked for us. He won't let me help him, telling me that Dad misses me and he wants me to spend more time with him. Gah...if only I could find someone as kind and as appreciative as Edwin. The man knows when to tune out, he works in finance and Dad told me it's a cutthroat industry. But when Edwin's home he focuses on Dad and has been ever since they were officially a couple. "What happened between nap time and dinner? Did he call?"

They have made a lot of sacrifices and commitments to see that I was where I am today. Dad works as a sales representative at a superstore called Lulu Bells, and just recently he was promoted to the position of sales manager. My mum works as a freelance makeup artist. We are not what you call rich, but we are not poor either. We are always contented with whatever we can lay our hands-on.