Can We Be A Family Novels & Stories

“I really love your family, and of course, Cyra is my family, so that sort of makes us family, right?” “We are definitely family,” I say.

Even Aden remains tense till the sounds dies off. “Can we really do that?” I ask. “What?” “Can we build a home we can live in for eternity and be happily married with this fear constantly hanging over our heads? With those ‘things’ breeding in the mountains?” “Neem..” “Can we start a family like that? Bring a pup into this world where you could breathe wrong near an official and disappear forever? Is that the life you want to our baby to have?” “Neem, we’ve talked about this. This is the life we ‘have’ to live. We don’t have an option, we can only make the best of our situation.”

My half-brother, Jim Sullivan, pushed me down a snowy mountain, leaving me with a fractured spine. My mom, Doris Moore, and my wife, Julia Stone, rushed me to the hospital in a panic. Later, they learned that I might be permanently paralyzed. To put my mind at ease, Julia held up a ring and swore that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. Mom also cut ties with Jim, saying she would make him pay for what he had done. They told me Jim fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and they never found his body. I believed them. That was until three years into my marriage, a friend sent me a video. In the footage, Jim, who was supposed to be dead, was holding a child in his left

“It’s too tied up in movie culture, and that’s just not real life. We refer to ourselves as an extended family.” I couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out of me. “Family? That’s a much more cliché term right there. Cheek-kissing, back-slapping… the works.” My parents were finding new levels of not laughing inside of themselves. “Well, sometimes real life emulates fiction,” Mum snapped. “It’s a general enough word for a group of people who share a connection that is difficult to sever. And we don’t go in for cheek-kissing or… whatever that other thing you said was.”

"It’s not that, dear. I just, I don't even know how to speak about that with you both, well, let me come straight to the point, I’m not ready for a relationship. It’s just you, me, and Alex, can’t we live like this? The three of us? We’re a family, right? Why is it necessary for another person to be a part of our family?" "But every family has a mommy, a daddy, and children," Abigail said quietly, staring at Arabella. "Can’t we have the same as others?" Alexander nodded his head while intervening, "You give us everything we like, and you protect us always, but who gives you everything you like? Who protects you, always? Don’t we need a daddy in our family? Why can’t we be like everyone else?

We were a family. A big, loud, messy, wonderful, growing family. And every day felt like the best chapter yet. The End.

I have no clue! Today we had a BBQ at my family home. Most of my family would be there and Manuel’s family too. So it would be busy, but it was a welcome to our girls, our mates, into the crazy bunch we get to call our family. I know they would be welcomed with open arms and soon be as much a part of the family as the rest of the family. That’s just how it works in our family.

They get important ranks just like the brothers, like our National road captain, After. The only thing is we claim the women, some brothers, and our women prefer exclusivity and others prefer variety. At the end of it all, we are just one huge fucking family. We eat together, sleep together. Some pray together and we fucking stay together until we die. Kanla is lucky none of them have kids together 'cause in Denver, you can't take a piss without one little rugrat barging in. I never liked kids, don't know why but I just never take to them and trust me the feeling is mutual.

“We’re not going to have time to do a lot of stuff.” “Sure we are, we are the ones that are in charge, so why not let us do what we want? My parents always took plenty of time off, I think that means we’re going to be able to have that family we both want, and our son can grow up in a stress-free life.”

“And it is never a mistake. People find the ones who are meant to be their family, and just because you came to us later in life does not mean that you aren’t the one who was meant to be our son.” Ray bristled under the attention. He hadn’t actually meant to steer the conversation into such a serious path. “Look at me,” Bright used a finger under the chin to direct Ray gaze toward him. “This thing between the three of us is not some temporary phase. It’s not us playing house. Even a ten years from now, whether you’re still living with us or on another planet- “Planet?” “Space travel. They’re moving fast on that. Anyway, no matter where you are, we’re still going to be a family. Do you unders