Babys Father Novels & Stories

I text back. “Fantastic, I’ll be at your place in a few, chai in hand. BTW tell me who the father is? Pleez?” “See you soon.” I still haven’t told anyone who the father of my baby is. It’s not like anyone would believe me anyway because after I found out I was pregnant with Jonathan Masters’ baby, I did a g****e search on him, and what I found was not comforting. He’s a model-dating playboy. I guess he had a fiancée a while ago, but since she left him, he’s cut a swath through the starlets of LA.

Dad says. “No,” the word escapes before I can stop it. My father’s brow furrows. “No?” “The baby,” my throat tightens, “the baby is not Sebastian’s.” Everyone goes silent—the kind of silence where you can hear the little sound in the living room. It’s so quiet I can hear my father’s clock ticking. He stares at me as if I’ve grown another head. “What did you say?” His voice is dangerously calm. I swallow the lump in my throat. “I said, the baby is not Sebastian’s.”

"I'm afraid of you hurting." His voice dropped. His arms tightened. "And afraid of being sidelined." I poked his chest, then pointed at myself. "Our genes? Powerhouse combination. It would be a waste not to make a kid. Think of it as the coolest collectible we can show off." "Professor Knight." I leaned up and pecked his lips. "You'll be a great father." "I know." "Then what are you afraid of?" "Afraid you won't be a hundred percent Lisa anymore."

“I'm so sorry, honey. Mommy will let you know everything in due time. And besides, you are too young to be saying this now.” “But I'm not a baby. Tracy's mom has got a boyfriend, and she thinks she will have a new daddy soon. I also want a daddy.” Hearing my son say this only broke my heart. My heart was in shreds. I pulled my son into my arms and hugged him tightly. “I'm sorry sweedy. So sorry I couldn't give you a daddy. Be patient with me, please, I promise I'll give you the best daddy when the time is right.”

My father kept his eyes steadily on me, as if he knew who I was referring to. "Who is holding her?" Natasha's mother asked, trying so hard to keep her anger under control. "Baclava. Sinclair Baclava." I told her, but it seemed like she didn't understand him or who they were. My father shook his head and turned away. "She could be anywhere in the world by now. That Baclava kid is more resourceful than his father was." "You know him?" Natasha's mother asked my father. My father had a grim expression on his face. "Everyone knows him, even if he's a ghost. I wonder how they know each other... That Winterfell girl and Baclava, I mean."

How will I ever explain to Carl when he grows up and demands to know much about his dad that Emilio who's his dad is also her granddad. “Go and play in the garden, little boy.” She nudged his head and he nodded, Carlos turned to give me a glance before running out of the house. We were the only ones in here now, Richard and Sarah were off to work since early morning, as for Bella and her husband, I didn't know about them. Probably the shame I'd thrown on them yesterday made them hide away in their rooms. “Sit!” Mom gestured to me to sit. I dropped to the couch, clutching my hands before me and crossing my legs. I'd never acted so stubborn before. I just disliked the fact of her giving her ne

“Look at all of this, everyone! Trinity went to every single prenatal checkup, and my son was right there with her. He attended to her every need even more devotedly than he had ever cared for me! “What did she do in return? She gave birth and abandoned that baby in a toilet!” She said to me furiously, “Gabrielle here is just stonewalling and refusing to admit it! This old hag is ruthless, and the daughter she raised is even more vile!” Raymond wiped his tears and chimed in, “Ms. Hayes, I know you look down on me. You think I’m broke and worthless. “But that baby was innocent! How could you be so heartless...”

BOOM **** CLICK On her tiptoes, my mother entered and as soon as she noticed me with a gloomy face, she straightened in alert. “Why Mother??” Before she came up with an excuse, I demanded. “Amy… He’s your father… I can’t just leave him like this…” She tried to reason while I just scowled. “He did nothing for me, Mother… Nor did he do anything for you as a husband…” “But, he is my husband and your father too, Amy… You’re his blood, you can never change that…” My mother became furious yet emotional, and I looked at her stunned.

It couldn't…it couldn't be… She didn't understand. What? How?! She tried to speak, but no words came out. Nothing could ever prepare Penelope that the man she would be meeting was her…baby's father?

“She has nowhere to go.” Tessa shook her head slowly. “That is not our problem.” Harrison’s eyes became sharp. “It is my problem,” he said. Tessa went quiet for a moment. Then she said softly, “What if the baby belongs to someone dangerous?” Silence filled the room. Diana looked at her quickly. “That is exactly what I said!” Diana added. “We do not know the father.” “What if he is a criminal?” “What if he comes here?” Tessa’s voice became serious.