Bebé Novels & Stories

Miss Bee says, it's not like we ever a littles only class, there's always a dom staying in with their babies since we're always too worried to stay alone. "We're a mix in ages here, we go from big threes to small babies, so we all better be nice to each other and play nicely," Miss bee explains to all of us, now that's what a mixed class is, couldn't they say that to me?

I kissed her forehead. "So you gave birth to this bastard and still had the nerve to show up in front of me?" the annoying voice said beside me. "Call my daughter a bastard one more time and I will make sure to give you a permanent room in jail," I snarled. "What's a bastard, mummy?" Melinda asked, curiously. "It's nothing. Get into the car. I'll join you soon," I said, wanting her to go away from the witch standing before us.

Jason. After Max left, we talked about tons of other things and I helped her sit up since she said she was uncomfortable lying down. One of the things we talked about included arguing about what nickname we should give our baby. "What about gummy bear?" Eve asked and I laughed. "What?, It's cute." She said frowning. "How about lollipop?" I teased and she smacked me playfully. "Babies are usually the size of a gummy bear when it's within the first trimester which is why gummy bear would be the best nickname for our baby." Eve explained and i nodded but I still wasn't sold.

The medical examination report clearly stated that Trinity was a nine-year-old female who had not yet experienced her first menstrual period. The comment section erupted with disbelief. [Wait, how old is she?! She’s only nine! Tell me I’m reading that wrong.] [No period means no pregnancy. It’s literally biologically impossible for her to have a baby!] [So, are you telling me that Lilian and Raymond filed a false accusation from the very beginning?!] Lilian’s expression contorted in shock as she stared at the examination report.

I saw Jaydee take the phone from them. ​"They want Bibi." I raised an eyebrow at what Jaydee said. ​"What?" I clarified. Bibi? Baby? Barbie? What was that? ​"Daddy! It's not Bibi! What was it again? Just, Mommy, that fast food has Bee in its name." Oh, I thought they said "Baby." I was getting nervous. ​"Oh, you mean Jollibee? Okay then." ​"Yayyyy! Bye, Mommy! We love you!"

Bella sat on the edge of the small bed in their cramped apartment, watching as her son, Aiden, babbled to himself, playing with his little hands and feet. His dark curls bounced with every giggle, and his bright, curious eyes sparkled as he discovered the world around him. Today was his first birthday—a milestone she had both looked forward to and dreaded.

Holding the baby, I stepped forward and looked at the reporters scrambling to shut off their cameras. "Weren't you filming pretty enthusiastically just now?" I said lightly. "Why stop? Don't turn it off. Keep rolling." The smile on my face widened. "After all, I'm the baby's biological mother. I went through a lot to give birth to him. This is a historic, groundbreaking moment. You irresponsible media outlets should really report this properly and make sure the whole country hears the good news." I cleared my throat. "I even came up with a headline for you. Billionaire's Son Welcomes a Newborn, Male Pregnancy Breakthrough Ushers in a New Era. What do you think? Catchy enough for the front pa