Novels by Abigail pen

"Okay," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.Liam's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Great!" he exclaimed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'll set the table in the dining room. Seven o'clock?"Samantha nodded, feeling this weird fluttery thing in her chest. She turned to make a quick escape, but Liam's voice caught her."Samantha?"She turned back, her heart racing with anticipation. "Yeah?"Liam's eyes locked onto hers, and he took this step closer that made her feel like he was invading her personal space. "I promise I won't bite," he whispered, his voice low and husky.Samantha's cheeks went up in flames, and she felt this spark of electricity run through her body. She turned and hightailed it out of the kitchen, Beatrice still snuggled in her arms, before she could make a total fool of herself.As she reached the safety of her room, she let out this deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. What had she just gotten herself into?The hours

Samantha stood frozen, her lips still tingling from Liam's kiss. Her mind reeled as she tried to process the whirlwind of emotions. Divorce, kiss, and now...chase?She pinched her cheek, the faint sting grounding her in reality. The sounds from the kitchen broke the spell, and she drifted towards the noise, her heart still racing.Liam stood at the counter looking for a pot while Beatrice cooed in her baby seat beside him. Suddenly he looked up and his eyes met Samantha's. Immediately the air seemed to vibrate with tension. "Hey," he said, his voice low and husky.Samantha's heart skipped a beat. "Hey," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.Liam's eyes locked onto Samantha's as she stepped into the kitchen. "How long have you been standing there?" he asked, his voice low and husky.Samantha's cheeks flushed as she shrugged. "Not long."Liam's gaze lingered on hers, the tension between them palpable. Samantha broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are

The past three months had settled into a quiet routine. Samantha had grown used to the rhythm of caring for Beatrice, and in return, the little girl had grown attached to her. She and Liam were slightly close, all thanks to Beatrice, though she remained aware of her position. Becca had started school, leaving Samantha with more time to focus on Beatrice.That afternoon, the garden was bathed in golden sunlight as Samantha cradled Beatrice in her arms, just having a moment. The baby sucked on her pacifier, her chubby fingers occasionally reaching for her hair when the sound of a car pulling into the driveway caught her attention.“Dada is here,” Samantha whispered to her, a small smile tugging at her lips.Beatrice blinked up at her, gurgling before attempting to mimic her words. “Dada.”A soft chuckle escaped Samantha. “Exactly, let’s go see Dada.”She adjusted Beatrice in her arms and walked toward the garage, expecting to see Liam’s sleek sports car rolling in. But instead of the fa

The ride to Liam’s house was quiet, but Samantha’s full attention was on Beatrice. The tiny girl was just too adorable, her delicate features, her soft breaths, and the occasional way she wrinkled her nose. Samantha couldn't stop staring at her.When they arrived, the sun was already sinking lower in the sky. The afternoon light bathed the house in a warm glow, but just as Liam parked the car, Beatrice’s face scrunched up feeling the jolt, and she let out a sudden wail.Samantha immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to the baby. “Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay,” she cooed, gently bouncing her in her arms as she alighted.Liam’s brows furrowed as panic flashed across his face. “Why is she crying? Does she have a headache?” His voice was laced with worry.Samantha glanced at him and shook her head. “Probably just the change in environment. Newborns don’t adjust well to sudden shifts.”She continued rocking Beatrice, humming softly, but the baby wouldn’t stop crying. Liam, still frow

The more time samantha spent with the baby, the more attached she became. Just yesterday, she had toyed with the idea of running away, but Mr. Carter’s kind gesture, unlike his wife's, had shaken her resolve.He hadn't returned to take the baby immediately, as if silently allowing her more time. She sighed, her emotions in turmoil.“Am I greedy for having these thoughts of wanting to be around her?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Becca’s face softened. “No, sis. It’s the mother hormones kicking in. You weren’t prepped properly for this. It’s only natural that you feel this way.”Her words made Samantha more sad. She clutched the baby closer, her voice breaking as she whispered, “I don’t want to let her go,” she admitted in a broken whisper.Becca’s heart twisted at the sight. She had watched her sister endure months of morning sickness, backaches, and exhaustion. Every moment of the pregnancy had weighed on her, and now, even after giving birth, she was still battling

"What?" Samantha felt as if her heart had been ripped straight out of her chest. She stared in shock at the couple standing before her, the legal parents of the child she had just given birth to. In the husband’s arms was the baby, her little girl, wrapped in a soft pink blanket. Her lips quivered, her breath hitched, and before she could stop them, tears escaped her eyes."I…I m..ean, I just gave birth to her, and… and you're taking her away from me like that…?" Her voice trembled, words barely making it past her throat.Before she could say anything more, the man's wife cut in, her tone sharp and unwavering."Didn't you read the contract?" Gianna’s eyes were cold, her arms folded as she stood rigid beside her husband. "The moment the child was born, you were paid. The baby is ours. You signed the papers, didn't you?"Samantha's body tensed. She refused to nod. Of course, she had signed. But at the time, all she saw was the enormous sum they were offering her to be their surrogate.