Can We Be A Family Novels & Stories

having a family…it's something I've always dreamed of. He pulled me close, his embrace a haven of warmth and understanding. "Then let's make it a reality," he murmured. The journey towards parenthood wasn't without its challenges. We both had busy schedules, and the pressure to maintain a positive public image loomed large. But as with everything else, we faced it together, drawing strength from our unwavering love.

This can’t be him. This can’t be the end. We were happy…we…were…finally—-gonna be a family.

“No, we’re a little more than just a team. We’re family and as a family--” “Hold on,” SpeedBlade says, interrupting and putting up his hand. “I don’t know if I would consider us a family. I mean, none of us are really related to one another.” “Being a family isn’t only about being related,” I say, “Or at least, to me, it isn’t. It’s whether or not we’ll be there for one another, and right now, I’m trying to be here for you.” “I rather you not be here for you,” SpeedBlade says before turning away and covering himself again.

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

But as the music box ran down and the room went still, the question arrived, quiet and undeniable: Could we be a family—in truth, not habit? For the first time in a long time, I let myself imagine saying yes.

We are so blessed beyond measure, my family and I. We have a wonderful home, people that love us, and most importantly, we have each other. Our numbers keep growing and so do our hearts. I can not wait to watch my babies grow up here as I did. I want to see the amazing lives they lead and watch them fall in love when the time comes for them to meet their mates. If they are anything like the rest of the family, it will surely be an adventure.

"How can you stop them from hating me? And why?" "They will cause us trouble, Ai, but we can keep them out." Aira laughed. "What's the matter, honey?" "It's not that simple, I can't believe I never thought about it before." "Cutting them off?" "They're our family." "We don't need them anymore. We're going to see them tonight because they're our family. We can walk away anytime if they misbehave." Aira licked her lips, staring at his chest, and found that his tie was a little crooked.

“Did I say that your father is a liar? Don't be too much in a hurry to tell everyone here that the words your father blurted are far from the truth. He is not saying the truth but whether he is a liar or he was telling lies, I don't know about that. But I will not let anyone cajole me to believe that I belong here. This isn't a family. People sitting together to share a breakfast table and say goodnight at the dinner table doesn't automatically make them a family. I was brought up to know and appreciate that a family is a group of people bonded together by love, the walls and bricks of fame,wealth and class have no place with them.

Happy are those who can live this love completely, because to live it to its maximum intensity, there is no money in this world that can pay. The true love that unites a family is a feeling that cannot be explained. It's as if it has been part of us since we were born, as if it was already written somewhere that family is something to love for life. And how wonderful it is to see how, despite the difficulties of our times, there are still families who fight to stay together and not be separated.

When Aunt Eleanor and Jimena found out about my decision to go back to the Capital to pursue my career, they obviously got sad but chose to support and respect my decision. It's sad to leave because they have become a family to me. In fact, they almost treat me more like a real family than my own. They accepted me during a time when I was really down and had nowhere to go. They are indeed my family. When everything goes wrong, people who stand by you without flinching are considered your family, by blood or not. For me, a family is what you make, not by the number of heads counted at a dinner table. It is by the memories you share, the commitment of time, caring, and love you show to one ano