Full Time Dad Novels & Stories

My tone was sincere and filled with warmth. "You seem to be over the moon and tired at the same time, but No problem," Mum responded, her smile radiating warmth, while my dad mentioned his role as the father of the day at the important ceremony he would be attending tomorrow. “Mum, I have told you earlier that I'm busy. Remember?” I said reminding her but my dad cut in, “poor little girl,” he said, a pitiful gesture on his face, “but can't we just have a little family conversation, sweetheart.” He asked.

“You don’t know how much I think I needed to hear that. Phil tried to get in my head tonight. Even though I didn’t play in to his little tantrum, the stuff he said bothered me. But, I don’t want to talk about him anymore. What are your parents like?” His smile did not falter but the light in his eyes seemed to dim. “Both workaholics. Dad is a doctor, a general practitioner here in town. He sees patients from eight in the morning until four in the afternoon. Comes home for dinner and then goes back out to do his rotations at the hospital. Spends Saturdays at the golf course, makes his required appearances at church on Sundays not because he particularly wants to but because it would be hard t

As the press passes by asking the Shawn's about the loss of Jimmy Shawn and how it's going to affect their lives henceforth. “Father in-law lived a happy and fulfilled life. It hurts that he is no more, but he'd left a legacy to be emulated behind. He was such a loving father to me and my husband and my sister in-law. But he was much more amazing to his grandkids, Lan, Sophia and Diana. He was so loving that he doted on them. He corrects our mistakes but doesn't throw us off like filth. That's an important part of his personality that I promise myself to imbibe. And today I would like to apologise to my daughter, Sophia Shawn.

"Dad… Dad… The fat boy who sits at the same table as me at school said that his dad picks up and drops off his mom from work every single day, and he dotes on her so much. Dad… is Mom still working overtime at the office? Dad… are you going to pick up Mom right now and dote on her?" Dave, who was just walking out the door, froze instantly in his tracks.

I pulled away from the hug and clears my throat. He looks at me unsure.. but I passed him a weak smile and look away from him. "After my mom left, my dad was good to me for a little while..." I smiled as those happy days flashed through my mind. ".... he tried his best to balance his work and taking care of me..." My smile falters. ".... Dad did it for ten years or so, until he couldn't anymore... he started getting tired... he'd come home everyday looking so tired and worn out...but he didn't have a choice, he still has to take care of him"

I can see the warmth in Daddy's eyes as he looks me over. He's so proud of me. I'm his little girl and I beat the system, or so he puts it. Daddy's a blue-collar guy from head to toe, and his construction job is the only thing he's known for a good ten years. His hours aren't even normal, going in when the sun's dying so he can come back late at night.

Dad winks at me while pursing his lips. ****** "Have a good day at work baby," Dad calls out as I exit his car. I look back and wave smiling at him. "Thanks pops, you too." I make a peace sign with my fingers and walk away. He chuckles, nodding his head and driving away. He doesn't really need to drive far. Dad works as a construction worker. He was hired along with a large group to construct new cabins in the vineyard that apparently will be part of the BnB that they already have.

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.

Nevertheless, it is just an endearment anyway and our friendship is something more important. I smiled at the thought of him. Stubborn playboy! I shove my thoughts away and did my usual morning routine. Afterwards, I headed downstairs to eat breakfast. Dad isn't home since he's off early this day to his clinic. He's a veterinarian by profession and my mom's a secretary for dad.