I've started having serious paternal fantasies...

I feel you OP, the curious thing is that I'd want a son and definitely not a daughter, yet there she is in my dream. Happened only once but who can say, this is dreams we're talking about. Having your woman care for you is just pathetic mate. Dunno what we should do

My wife disappears into the kitchen and then comes back into the living room a couple of minutes later and approaches my chair from behind. She bends over me and puts her arms around my neck and says "will you have dinner with us in about ten minutes?" and I look sideways suddenly, surprised that they waited for me to eat. I place my palm at the side of her cheek and smile and say "can't wait" and she kisses my forehead and returns to the kitchen. My kids have tugged off my shoes and are now sitting either side of me on the comfy armchair which is "daddy's chair". I ask them if there have been any signs of Santa yet and they say "Nooooo" but my son says he thinks he might be late because he might get lost in the snow. I say "uh oh, you better climb up on the roof and put some lights up there so he doesn't miss our house" and my son, who is autistic, stares at me blankly, not understanding whether or not I am serious. My wife comes in and asks our daughter if she would like to help out in the kitchen, but she says no and clings to me even harder. I say "hey, come on, go help your mother you little rugrat" and she doesn't understand the reference but is used to being called a "rugrat" and says "fine" and mopes away to help set the dinner table. During dinner our kids eat noisily and quickly since they demanded to wait until I was home to eat. Usually my wife would tell them to mind their manners and eat quieter, but tonight she just looks across the table at me and smirks when I look from my son shoveling mashed potato into his mouth and then at her, as if expecting her to freak out. After food I stand in the kitchen beside my wife, me washing each dish in hot water and her drying each one. Our sides are touching and the radio is playing soft, quiet Christmas music from the 50s etc. When we're done I "top up" her glass of red wine and say "it's okay, go sit down I'll be right there" and as she's leaving the kitchen I say "Hey [wife's name" and she turns expecting a question and I say "love you" and smile like a dumb teenager. She doesn't respond but smiles and walks into the living room. After sitting on the sofa with my wife's head in my lap, talking about our year and concluding that "we made it" and laughing about how far we've come together and how much we've grown, my wife sort of panics and says she has forgot to wrap some of the final gifts. I laugh and say don't panic and together we kneel on the living room floor with the sofa pushed against the door to prevent our kids from barging in and wrap the gifts together in an orderly manner which represents the virtue of teamwork. Afterwards we stand side-by-side with the lights out and only the Christmas Tree lights on (with an angel on top) and look at it in silence feeling emotions so serene it is as if the entirety of the human species, from the earliest ancestors to all those who have died after lives of struggle and sacrifice for the sake of having children, are welcomed into our small home

Is this pasta?

I liked this a lot

its normal. get a good job and do it.

if only for that moment, like a great huddled mass welcomed in from the cold and from the great beyond, to understand that their struggles and defeats were not in vain - yes you the starving Ukrainian serf who worked 12 hour days to feed his ailing infant son, and you the scullery made who wished her own daughter had a nice dress like the daughter of the family under which her mother was employed - all of them thanked by our little seasonal display with the wrapped gifts underneath ready for our children in the morning. And then we get upstairs and we lie in bed together just like we did in our 20s when we were both attractive and energetic and hip, and my wife lays on her side and walks her two fingers up my white 100% cotton undershirt and sings Away in a Manger in a quiet, whispery voice, barely singing really, and as if I'm not even there, just singing to herself like she probably did as a kid alone in her room playing with her dolls etc. And at midnight Mike from two streets over, whose son is in the same soccer team as my son, walks down the back alley as planned and rings his old bell to make dozens of kids nearby rush to their windows and look wide-mouthed up to the sky for Santa or clutch their blankets and whisper to their siblings asking "did you hear that!" and feeling just so excited and I smile knowing my kids are probably doing just that, my three little angels who I would suffer anything to protect and whose lives I intend to nurture the very best I can, sacrificing anything for them, putting nothing before them, loving them as powerfully as I am capable.

Had our first baby in August. Feels good. We're 33 and 36.

What the fuck kind of sick, twisted mind have you? Seek help.

>What books should I read for this feel?
Lolita

>I've started having serious paternal fantasies
thought you wanted to fuck your dad for a moment

I'm 24 too OP, and this has just recently happened to me too. I used to fantasize about depraved sex, but not anymore.

It coincides with me quitting pornography half a year ago, but I'm not sure if it's that or the age.

>I'm only 24
In previous generations you would have already had at least one child. Just because our generation is primarily composed of manchildren consumers with Peter Pan complexes doesn't mean you have to go this route.

I like how wanting to have a family while in your mid-20s disturbs some people. Educated people should have a minimum of two children to replace themselves, more for population growth.

It is your destiny calling, user. You know what you have to do.

What if he isn’t white, though?

>tfw my girlfriend left me for a rich Jewish guy who works in finance
>tfw I looked at his instagram yesterday and there was a photo of him, my ex and his baby nephew or niece in the arms of my ex
>tfw a bunch of jews were commenting about how this will be them in a few years
>tfw he laughed along with the comments

Why do white girls do this Veeky Forums?

>getting cucked by a hymie

Wew, laddie. It’s high time you did some self reflection and worked on yourself.

seeking out high status males to optimise opportunity for your offspring is a good thing.

>strong paternal instinct from a young age
>not white

I've had a guardian complex since I was in high school. Easy to repress, but it definitely slips out from time to time.
Whenever a girl shows even slight friendliness to me I immediately feel extremely protective of her. It has gotten me trouble before, in various ways. Wouldn't reccomend it, it's not a patrician complex.
Literature for your specific feel: The Road.

>wanting a family

>why would a whyte girl leave you for another caucasian man with money?
>why would the Jewish man’s family want him to have children with the ostensibly attractive whyte woman?
no idea dude it must be that they’re evil and your ex is a whore i guess, you probably deserve better bro 14/88

>being a degenerate homosexual

had these feelings since I was sixteen, male btw

woah now, that's offensive

>implying gays don't want families.

i was married at 25, wife was 21. all our friends told us we were crazy for getting married so young. now ten years later almost all of them are settling for second hand goods.

congratulations. we have a 3 yo. he's the best thing to ever happen to me. we're working on a second. they just keep getting better as they get older and you can do more with them.

>implying they can

If they wanted families, they wouldn’t be faggots.

also 24 and this is starting to happen to me as well. dwelling upon it too much just gets me depressed though because then i think of how unlikely a scenario it is.

then my wife and I make laugh and make deep, meaningful eye contact. As if telepathically, I've understood what she means and she's understood what I've meant. She wants me to bring out the stuff from the closet so we can have that fun this night, the fun that we've had to keep on putting off out of fear that the kids in just the next few rooms over would awaken, would be confused, would come into our room curiously and be traumatized forever ... but it's Christmas. We deserve a treat. We've waited so long, it's been so long since we've done this. So I go to the closet and pull out the huge wooden wheel, my wife's BDSM-dominatrix latex outfit, the whip, and some rope. Giggling and trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake the kids, my heart racing in fear and lust, in expectation of the terrible pain and pleasure that's about to come, we both work together to get me tied to the huge wheel after I get naked. She brings out a blindfold from somewhere and puts it on me as she puts on her dominatrix outfit: I'm not allowed to see her change. Then she makes a gag out of her dirty sock and sticks in my mouth so my screams don't awaken the children. I am sweating, my heart is racing, and, unexpectedly, the first awful lash of the whip hits across my bare nipple and I squirm and scream mutedly in utter agony, my cock becoming hard as a diamond.

hahahahahahahahaha sorry about your mutational load and telomeres hahahahahahahaha oh my god, have fun with that autism and developmental disorders hahahahahaahahahahahahahahahaha ffs you couldn’t discipline yourselves enough prior? couldn’t gather money for a child by 28? lol at you both

This is my life. If you make a decent salary it's the ultimate life but it's a struggle everyday. Raising a family and being in a functional marriage is the toughest thing you'll do in life. The high points offer the greatest joys in life while the low points are indeed the lowest points you'll have in life. The romantic ideal of the typical Stepford Family is not reality. It's in many ways better and worse than that. Keep that in mind, OP.

Fugg need comfy avg life

>tfw in reality your whore wife would shoot you evil looks about some unrealistic expectation that remains unfulfilled or a financial matter while your daughter scrolls through instagram, your son plays call of duty and the baby cries with neglect while you pour yourself three fingers of whiskey cringing the noise away and thinking about going for a pack of reds and never coming back even though your wife made you quit smoking years ago

>disappears into the kitchen
stopped reading right there

Why did you make the son autistic?

>tfw the reality is somewhere in between

/pol/ propagadana . I'm not starting a white family you fucking cuck

The only reason I opened the thread

>tfw that makes it not worth it

kek

sequel:

youtube.com/watch?v=ZFW-ET8fcMk