Aries As Parents Novels & Stories

We left the gathering with an unsettled feeling. After everyone left, Andrew pulled me to the side, looking worried. "Charlie, what did that guy do to your parents to convince them to leave the house to him? You should talk to them and stop them from doing something so stupid." I looked at my parents chatting happily with Harry from a distance and shook my head. "Maybe they just want someone obedient who does everything they say and stays by their side. There is nothing I can do about it if I can't be that person, and they found someone who could be that for them."

Katara and Sean poured their hearts and souls into their philanthropic endeavors, knowing that each life they touched was a testament to the power of love and kindness. Their children, now grown with families of their own, admired their parents' unwavering commitment to making the world a better place. They followed in their footsteps, carrying on the legacy of love and compassion that had been passed down to them. The family often came together for holidays and special occasions, creating cherished memories that spanned generations.

I winked at him. “Soon, I will. But you know what? The most exciting part is that… they want to meet you and I think this is the best opportunity for you to meet them. I have already met your parents, so I guess it’s time for us to be legal on both sides. What do you think?” Aris tucked in some of my hair strands at the back of my ears. One thing I loved about him was how he truly loved his mother. In this era, only a few men were capable of doing that. I could tell that Aris was not a mama’s boy; his respect for her was just incomparable.

"But I want also the freedom that is our structure. The three-way that is sufficient. The—" "The sufficiency that is now questioned," Cyrus finished. "The completeness that is now incomplete. The—" He too stood, the medical reflex that was also emotional need, the proximity that was required. "I am fifty-three. I will be seventy when this child is twenty. The fatherhood that is possible but is abbreviated. The—" "The grandfatherhood that is alternative," Arthie said, the strategy that was his contribution, the reframing that was necessary. "The three fathers that are one father and two—" He stopped, the language that was inadequate, the structure that was unprecedented.

“Hello in there. Your parents are slightly insane and occasionally fight corporate wars, but we’re going to love you so much.” Aria laughed through happy tears. “We’re really doing this? Having a baby while running two companies?” “We’ve survived worse. We’ll survive sleepless nights and diapers and whatever else parenthood throws at us.” Leon’s expression turned serious. “Besides, our kid is going to have something we didn’t. Two parents who chose each other. Who fought for each other. Who built something real from a mistaken marriage.” “They’re going to be so spoiled.” “They’re going to be so loved.”

Iris asked from the blue, Garvin shrugged. It seemed that toys, no matter how expensive, could never replace the role and presence of the parents in the lives of their children. “That is what I thought but I guess it didn’t work.” Iris snuggled closer to Garvin, taking in his warmth and scent before remembering that she had work to do. “Oh shit, I’m running late.” She pulled herself away and was about to rise from the bed when Garvin pulled her back into his arms, “Relax, you are the boss.”

Ariel, now 29, watched as her 5-year-old twins, Moon and Star, excitedly ran to her, eager to share their day at school. Moon, her little princess, loved playing with dolls and laughing, while Star, her observant son, had a curious mind, just like his father. Despite never meeting their father, Chase, the twins had grown up beautifully, resembling both parents.

Arya said, and her father smiled. “Thank you, honey; you know I am always proud of you; you remind me of your mother, with the resilience and hard work, and I love that about you, and I love the fact that you are willing to help me with responsibilities, but that is my work; I am the parent here, and I am supposed to take care of you, not the other way around."

Rosie could tell the implications behind Hecate’s words. She chuckled and said, “Are you worried that the conflict between the Bell and Ares families will affect your relationship with Baby Robbie, Sis Hecate? Don’t worry. My parents are understanding people. They always stand up for their own loved ones as well. Therefore, they support all of their children’s relationships.”

“It will drain her. Fast.” “That’s not how mate bonds work.” I said defensively. “No. Not normal ones. Think of it.” Ysara scooted to the edge of the sit. This time, I was afraid she wasn’t even aware she was this close to falling. “Your father never claimed their mate. Your grandfather too.” She announced, causing my brows to crease. She was right. Our father and his brother, and the fathers before them… None of them had claimed their mates. None of them sired heirs with their mated. They married someone entirely different. It never made sense, but now?