Batman Parenting นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lord knows I need it. “Right, Grammy. Batman already has the Batmobile.” “My three-year-old son is smarter than our brother,” Weston mutters, making me laugh. “Grammy, I’m hungry.” Jackson’s eyes are on Mom’s scrambled eggs. “Can I have that?” “Of course, little mister!” Mom puts him down at her spot. “I made those just for you, you know.” Standing to get more coffee, I smile. Mom’s been like that my whole life, never stopping to think about herself for even a second when it comes to her family. I chat with Weston for a bit before he leaves to run errands and go home to sleep before working the night shift.

Three fucking days from now she will become my pretty little pet and her family will be locked in cages in the basement to be used as guanine pigs for all sorts of experiments and test subject for our new weapons. “Banner requested a copy of the paper of parentship transfer and want to know what the new plan is” I tell him no to the copy of the paper but let him in on the plan. “Tell him he’s to get his mutt away from the rest and make him join us or he will die first” I’m a sinister motherfucker with little fucks to give for anyone who isn’t my next play thing.

Max blinked a few times, then suddenly his expression shifted to one of deep thought. Then, with a voice full of certainty, he started rambling, “Mommy said Daddy’s really busy! She said you work so hard so I can buy the Batman car!” I froze. Clara, sitting next to Max, immediately covered her mouth, trying hard not to laugh. Meanwhile, I was still trying to process the ridiculous sentence that had just come out of my son's mouth. I stared at him silently, then asked quietly, “Batman car?” Max nodded quickly, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “Yeah! The one with the doors that open up and has wings! Mommy said if Daddy keeps working, I can buy it one day.”

“I put you in the best school in this town, and pay for your school fees, I put a roof over your head, I feed and cloth you, I...” Zach used his hand to take his hair back, shaking his head at the joke his father was making. He must really think that he was the best next thing since pizza. What was he talking about? “Oh, really! So that's your way of looking after a child? Feeding them? Paying for their education? Clothing them, letting them stay in your house rent free?” he asked, and before his father could interrupt to answer, he said. “You must be really clueless about parenting, father. Those things are the basic things you do for your children, not extreme, but basic. Thankfully, you k

"How dare you speak about my father that way, you trashy little—" "What?" I cut her off, raising my voice. "I'll speak however I want about you and your insane father. I don't know what you've done to her but I swear I'll fuck you up and get you back for it," Rebecca's face contorted into an ugly mask of rage. "You ungrateful fool My father is a great man who has done nothing but look out for this goddamn city!" I scoffed at her words, almost laughing. "Didn't realize your father was Batman," I mocked.

Cristof immediately stood, glaring. “I didn’t know Leader Alpha Shumani and Leader Luna Daciana baby their future Alpha this much. Don’t worry, my future parents… I’ll make sure Bam is only mine,” Cristof said with a sly smile, confusing me even more. “Big words from someone who already made her cry. As the father of the next Alpha of Ulrika’s Clan, I won’t allow you to be my daughter’s mate.” Dad turned away. “Bam, even if I want you to be a Luna, I don’t want you crying,” he added before leaving with our professor.

Tommy proudly gave his father the drawing book. "It's nice, who taught you how to draw this well?" Mark asked looking at the drawing. "My teacher taught me and mother said it's my talent, dad when I grow up I want to be an artist." They both laughed nodding their heads in support. "It's time for bed baby." Melissa told him when she saw him yarn. Walking into Tommy's room they found Betty running water in the bathtub ready to bathe Tommy. "Aunt, you don't have to do that. Let the maid handle it." Mark suggested, laying Tommy on the bed.

“Sorry. Those weren’t my intentions. I’m gonna be straight with you, Kierra. Jonathan is a spoiled brat, no matter what he tells you. Mr. Baker is a hard ass, but Jonathan wouldn’t be as driven if it weren’t for his father pushing him.” “Jonathan mentioned something about how his father wasn’t thrilled that he went into personal injury.” “It’s true. Mr. Baker felt that Jonathan was playing it safe. He knows that Jonathan is brilliant and can accomplish more, but instead of saying that it translates as disappointment. Mrs. Baker is a nagger and treats Jonathan like a child. Our fraternity would host Parent’s Day, and Jonathan wore a blush all day because his mother would fawn over him like he

Colton said in a challenging manner. "You-"Dominic raised his hand once again but this time Chase held his hand. I gasped in shock. "No, Uncle Dom, you can not beat my Daddy. He is behaving nicely but you are rude to him." Chase glared him. Shock flashed on Colton's face before it broke into a broad victorious smile. He kissed Chase all over the face while Dominic looked flabbergasted after what just happened. A child taught him a lesson. "You're my Daddy, Batman!" Chase hugged him tightly who embraced his son back. I couldn't miss the tears which escaped his closed eyes.

Thank God he got well before Bronton could return. Bronton’s mind was also filled with thoughts of the phone call. He had been celibate for a long time and someone pinning a pregnancy on him was absurd. He was not opposed to kids, as a matter of fact he had thought about having a few of his own. He had not had the best of parents; neither his mother nor father showed him any kind of parental love. His grandfather however, had given him all the love he ever needed. He had promised to treat his child, if he ever had any, the same way his grandfather had done to him; a firm but gentle approach.