Full Time Dad Novelas e Histórias

“Mama, I miss dad.” My mom traced her thumb on my sister's soft cheeks soothingly and said, “Baby you know daddy's job is difficult but he will be free soon and we can all go for picnic together and have lots of fun.” My father was a detective in the NYPD and he was known for his honesty and bravery all around Manhattan. His study was filled with his medals and trophies but he never let his professional life mix with his personal life. He was dealing with a dangerous case for some time now and is always busy with night shifts and overtimes.

This cause Yan Yang's hazel eyes, to nearly pop out of their sockets. What? The little boy yesterday and her boss had......... A father and son relationship??

NATHAN'S POV Being a full-time father wasn’t in my plans, but the moment I held Hope in my arms and saw her smile, everything changed. My life used to revolve around work, stress, and late-night deadlines at the restaurant. Now, every morning started with soft giggles, a bottle, and the routine of dressing her tiny body in pink or purple onesies. She never cried when I dropped her off at school—not once. Her teacher always said the same thing: "She's quiet, polite, and smiles a lot."

My Mom had always struggled to make ends meet after my real Dad hit the road but Steve took good care of us, especially once they got married and we moved in with him. He was a smart guy and owned his own company. It was small in terms of employees but very busy and profitable, which is why he had to dedicate so much time to it. That’s not to say he was never home, or that we never saw him. Somehow he found the time to spend with Mom and I over the years. He always surprised my Mom with little gifts and love letters, she was walking on air most of the time. He really threw himself into the father role too. I don’t think I would have got through high school without all his help on my homework

“I bet that is a job. What about the farm? Taking care of the farm is a job.” Oliver took another bite of eggs before washing it down with juice. “We live here. That’s not a job.” I couldn’t help but laugh. He had some sound reasoning. “I’ve been a single parent since, well, forever. I worked a lot back in New York. This is a big change for him.” “I think it’s great,” Alex said. “A fulltime dad makes you a very lucky little man.” Oliver nodded his head. “Yep.” “I just hope I can be both,” I told her.

So, without hesitation, he said: "Brother, you need to be sure of one thing—if anything bad were to happen, I would never abandon your family. Your kids will be like my own, whether it’s Alden, Ethan, or your babies. I’ll love and take care of them as if they were mine. Though, I have to admit... I’m still new to this whole full-time dad thing. I’m not exactly an expert. But I’m sure I’ll figure it out. I mean... What could possibly go wrong?"

Dad shouted before I closed my door. Oh god! It's just Thursday and I'm still packed with meetings. I felt exhausted recently, how much more if dad does all the work? Is this how he feels all the time? Half of the working days and I am already tired and exhausted. I wanted to just sleep the whole day hugging my huggable pillows. Dad is already old and he must have enough rest and a proper diet. Now I understand why he is very strict, prompt, and polished.

I still can’t believe a year has passed as I look back. Months have gone by, yet there’s still no news of what happened to Hade. These days, I’m buried in my new book. I’m so busy that I barely have time to rest. On top of writing, I still manage housework, take care of Mom and Paris, and keep up with school and work-related tasks. Dad doesn’t care. He lounges around the house, laughing here and there, drinking, and bossing us around. He said his body could no longer handle the work, with age catching up to him; he had just turned fifty-two last month.

That had been his schedule literally my entire life. My mom worked part-time at a daycare in the office, only two days a week. Financially, she never needed to work. Her parents left the house and land to them that I grew up on and they never had to have a mortgage. My dad could likely retire now from the factory where he worked, but he had a cushy supervisor position these days and I supposed it gave him something to do. I wasn’t even in the shower for a minute when Jude joined me and he again showed me with his body how he indeed felt about me. A girl could surely get used to this.

“You think you’re so perfect. You’re nothing, Kadeer. You’re just a wannabe. Your friends are successful, but you’re just a construction worker, who has all of these crazy dreams about owning a business. You’ve been talking about this forever. And yeah, you do for the girls, but so what? I need a break. It’s a lot dealing with five children. You go to work, but you don’t have to deal with them all the time like I have to.” “Skylar, you know what you’re saying isn’t true. They are with me more than you are. Even when you know I have to go to work, you bring them to me. So please stop. And if you felt so overwhelmed, then why didn’t you bring them to me? I’m their father! You know why you real