Semua Bab Stranger! Be my Child’s Father : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 21: behind the scenes . “Hudson buddy.” Momma’s voice was shaky, and for some reason, Hudson thought he saw something shiny on her face. He turned, holding Benny tight to his chest. “What are we?” “We’re … we’re a team.” Hudson answered. He saw his mother nod once, pressing the car faster into the pouring torrent. After a heartbeat, Hudson spoke. “Momma…where’s daddy?”oOoGael stretched awake, burying his face in the pillow, trying to get a few more hours of rest, but it was rather futile. He was awake. He tightened his arms, hoping to pull Arabella closer to him, ready to bend down and kiss his… Well, he didn’t really know what Arabella was to him.. But, she was his. Yeah… His Arabella. That had a nice ring to it.Unfortunately, his hands came back empty, save for the sheets that he had grasped throughout the night. After rubbing the last of his sleep from his eyes, Gael sat up, realizing that he was alone in the room. It was r

Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 23: one more shot . “I think I’ve been waiting for your call.” Ian answered. “You know my wife.” Gael said back. “Not quite. But this will be better explained in person. I’ll see you in 15, bro.” The younger murmured back. True to his word, exactly fourteen minutes later, his doorbell was ringing. Gael opened the door, and the bunny-looking boy took one glance at his face, before pulling him into a tight hug. He moved slightly to reveal the shorter boy that had been standing behind him, playing with his fingers. “Bro. This is my boyfriend, Jayden. I have a strange feeling that he can answer the questions you have.” Ian murmured, tugging the other who bowed and mumbled a shy hello, peeking out from behind pink strands of hair. Once the couple was seated across from him, Gael leaned forward. “About my wife…”The man, Jayden, seemed to be a little timid. But tucked safely under the secure arm of his boyfriend, he addressed Gael te

Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 25: sacrifices to be made . Jonathan drew his hand back and slapped her. Arabella sprawled, gasping as she placed her palms out on the floor to steady herself, willing herself not to whimper as the glass tore through her palms. “Fucking bitch. Fucking bitch. Did you fucking think that you coudld get away with me? Fucking whore, spreading your fucking legs for that idol. Is that what you turned to, Arabella? Turned to being a fucking prostitute so you could take care of yourself? Does the idol keep you around because you know how to take his cock? Is that what’s happening?” The pure rage in Jonathan’s voice made Arabella tremble, staying put and looking down, not wanting to anger him even more. Jonathan stepped back, breathing heavily, before he drew his leg back and kicked the crumpled form of Arabella once in the ribs, before once in the face. The resounding crunch that Arabella heard and the feeling of…wetness from her nose made h

Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 27: anything for her . Gael stared at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. His mouth was dry as he looked at the other man, who glared at him, holding the phone at a distance while his other arm tightened around Willow’s throat, lifting her. The teenager gasped, thrashing and kicking and Gael realized that she was trying to claw her way out of the other’s tight hold. 


“Ahem.” Jonathan murmured, angling the camera so he couldn’t see Willow’s anymore, clearing his throat to get Gael’s attention. “Jonathan,” Gael murmured, low, hoping that his voice hid his tremble. “This issue is between you and me. Just us. Leave her alone. She’s an innocent kid. She has nothing to do with this.” He said lowly, urgently, hearing the way Willow’s gasps seemed to be further and further apart as the other’s hand tightened on her windpipe. “Is she?” Jonathan seethed, looking positively evil as he glared at the camera. “Then why the fuck did I

Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 29: awry . Gael slid off the chair, onto his knees, and bowed, tears fully streaming down his face at this point. He could hear Irene’s slight gasp, the cameras whirring as they focused and centered on him. “To Willow’s family– you raised a strong, smart girl, and I’m so sorry her life was ended so quickly. She was doing something good for me, for us, and she lost her life, and I will be forever in your debt. To her family, to Willow, I’m so sorry.” He said, aware that his tears had yet to abate. He pulled himself back up to his kneeling position, eyes focused intently on the lens of the camera, moisture slipping down his features. “I ask for your help. I ask that you help me find Jonathan Baldwin and hold him accountable for the murder of an innocent teenage girl, and for the abduction and abuse of the love of my life.” He said, his voice surprisingly steady. He knew the photo he had given the director would have been put up, Jona