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Thorn calls out with a cheeky grin, sending two men to the ground. I cradle my little son in one arm and flip off my annoying brother. It just so happened that shortly after Adis's death, I discovered I was pregnant, and now I have a small boy, Adion… often called Adis or Addi and named after his father. He is my pride and joy. “Where is my favorite nephew? There he is!” Thorn says, smiling widely as he approaches just as Adion finishes eating. My son instantly flails his little arms, reaching for his uncle, and Thorn gently takes him from my arms.

I don't want them to know I have a son; it's something very personal to me, not for any slut to know. I know the forty-minute drive like the back of my hand; it's the same as always, ever since I started having visits with him. I pick him up from daycare, take him with me, lock myself in my apartment all weekend with him, and drop him off on Monday mornings before going to university, if I don't skip classes. When I arrive and park the car, my mood is completely different. Owen makes me different. I feel great with him, and feeling like I have someone to take care of is good for me to not be an asshole and not give a shit about everything I do. I think if I didn't have him, I would have kill

she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury. "I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.

"How come a pretty boy like you never had a person touch you before? The Kingsley family has lots of trusted lieutenant guys around." "My dad Jack Sterling keeps me away from the bad crime family men," I say. "I never let anyone get this close to me." "I am glad I am the first one," Theo says. He stands up and takes his shirt off fast. His chest is huge and has big muscles like a real mafia boss. "Wow, Sir," I say. "You are very strong." "Turn around on your knees, Lem," Theo says. "I want to look at your back." "Okay, Sir," I say. I turn over on the bed. He pulls my pants down a little bit and touches my skin with his huge hands.

Mace reminded me of me at that age, always hopeful and willing to learn, he knows about mates and I had given him the talk, after all, I did have my first sexual experience a little younger than his age but I wanted him to be safe. He does have a girlfriend, she is a very nice girl and Addison loves her, her father works for me at the company, he is a lawyer also, and as far as I can tell they are not mates so I told him to take it easy. He will meet his mate eventually and he understands, my daughter is a rebellious teenager but that was expected, Addison was rebellious also and she is definitely like her mother. My youngest just loves any type of game regardless, he loves to hang out with

“Don’t pull into the gas station. Turn around. Take me back right now.” My driver, James Lapman, did not question me. He simply found a path and made the turn. He pressed the accelerator to the floor and sped back as fast as the car would go. In another hour, my son, Billy Smith, would livestream his suicide attempt online. The last time around, he had been wailing in the livestream with such raw anguish that anyone watching would have believed I had been abusing him behind closed doors. However, only I knew the truth. I had nearly bled to death giving birth to him. Since then, he had been the center of my world. I gave him everything he wanted and never once raised my voice at him.

“ What is it with this mess here ? Damian ? “ said mr Adam worried . “ Oh…..Look who is here . My smart and rich father , mr Adam Wright . “ said Damian with a lifeless expression . Mr Adam looked at his son and couldn’t even find the will inside of him to talk back and bicker with him . He sat down the couch and turned the tv off . “ Son , look at me . “ said mr Adam . Damian smiled in a bitter way and looked at his father . “ Can I ask you honestly ? “ said Damian . “ What do you wanna ask me ? “ said mr Adam . “ As far as I know I have been successful , I have been a loyal son and I was able to make our family become even more powerful . Why do you prevent me from being happy the way I wa

The moment I stepped off the plane, and without a care of how exhausted I was, I went straight to my son’s preschool, clutching a limited edition Iron Man action figure. It was something my husband, Jeremy Lynn, had promised our son but never followed through on. Hence, even though my business trip wasn’t technically over, I pushed through the pressure to come back early and surprise my son. It was the day before a big local fall festival, and the preschool was bustling with activity. My eyes scanned the crowd until I spotted him—my little boy, Daniel Lynn.

“Really dad? Don't think I don't know what you are doing. I am still not studying political science. I already told you architecture and design is what I want. You do know I do well with drawings." Amanda giggled sweetly. "Ignore your father son, he is only teasing you." She said. "Well if I do not tease my son, who else would I tease?" Fred laughed at his own joke with the others joining in. "Where is Adam?" "He said he is on his way." Asher replied, swallowing the last bite of his toast. Adam was his childhood friend. Despite the fact that they were distant from each other, they always ensured to keep in touch with one another and both of them were most times mistaken to be siblings. Adam

"I've started the outreach already. There's a qualified healer in the Westfield pack who's been considering a move. Marcus is working on the contact." Adam nodded once. Not approval exactly. More like logging information. "Good." He moved toward the door, then paused. "Morrison. What you said last night, about your son. About what he taught you." He stopped there, looking at the doorframe rather than at me. "My father died when I was six. My mother used to say similar things about watching children handle grief. That they showed you what you were supposed to do." He paused. "I don't know if that's useful information. I just thought I'd say it."