Dr Fetus Isaac Novels & Stories

Sam lay with Isabella snuggled up into her abdomen and her hand resting on the baby's stomach. Drake quietly thanked Lucy and Francesca and hustled them out of the room. He walked over to the foot and just watched his girls sleep. The peace that settled into his heart was alien to him. It wasn't that he unfamiliar with peace. Just this particular peace that invaded his heart was new to him. It was like someone had gift wrapped the world just for him.

"You brought the chocolate?" "Yes and its very good." Isaac spoke as he shoved the sack at him. The man noticed his disguise, "Pwahahaha..you are dressed like this..hahahaha..". Isaac was a little ashamed but he got up to leave to avoid further contact with the man. "Wait a minute bro; I'm from the SER group just like you. Boss will never leave such an important task to a newbie like you." "I'm Drake." The man stretched out his hand as he introduced himself. "Also I'm younger than you but in terms of experience I'm older so call me big bro."

he called again, this time turning his head the other way, still not seeing me. My laugh broke through my tears, a shaky, half-sob laugh. Isaac was finally recognizing me. I couldn’t wait for him to think I wasn’t coming. I sprang out too suddenly, making him turn sharply in surprise. “H-Hi, Isaac,” I whispered, voice trembling. “Mommy is here.” I stayed put though, just a few feet away. I didn’t want to overwhelm him. Not yet. Isaac studied me with those shiny green eyes- his father’s eyes. His little face still set in a frown, taking me in with a seriousness no five-year-old should have. God, he was Elias’s son through and through. And that was both beautiful and terrifying.

"You'll die horribly!" Isaac did not even bat an eye as he grinned. "Do you know how much like a woman you're behaving, screaming hysterically like that? You're acting like a fishwife—if you're a man, act like it and don't be a sore loser!" However, there was no way Hector would even bother after he had fallen so far. What was dignity when he was on the verge of death? Isaac then chuckled. "By the way, I heard that you killed Ian Jeffferson. I really wanted to thank you for eliminating the one I hated the most."

Because if they were willing to fabricate a marriage just to hide who they truly were, then what else were they willing to do, or are already doing? Mr. Ford was very ashamed and knew that this was his fault, which is why he was willing to entertain the idea of Isaac marrying Lisa’s daughter; he wanted all this to go away. But Mrs. Ford did not give a damn. This was more reason not to let her son do this. This was the cause of the huge argument that they had in which Robert almost killed Isaac. “What? You’re kidding, right? Dad is becoming more aggressive and you want to send me away? I’m not leaving you with that monster,” Isaac looked at his mother as he spoke to her confidently. His voice

"Yes sire." "Okay, it seems Reid was very smart to hide his child and the gender from prying eyes, but I will definitely find River." Issac said. "Since you don't know anything about my nephew, at least you do know how the supernatural kingdom runs, I mean their daily activities. I have been away for a long time, so try to refresh my memory." Issac said and placed his two legs on the table, relaxing his back, closing his one good eye. "I am listening Jeffrey, or should I force you to speak?" ****

The baby wasn’t just an abstract concept anymore, but a real, tiny person with fingers and toes and a beating heart. “Is that…?” Isaac’s voice trailed off as he leaned closer to the screen. “That’s the heartbeat,” Dr. Alfred confirmed, pointing to a rapid flickering on the screen. He turned a dial, and suddenly the room was filled with a fast, rhythmic whooshing sound.

Chris asked, his voice deep and emotionless. Hearing this question, Isabella's heart jolted, and her face paled. Even she wasn't sure who the father of her unborn child was, but she replied without hesitation, fearing that her unborn child might be harmed. "Lewis, this child belongs to Lewis." Chris didn’t speak; he only stood there quietly. Isabella panicked, afraid that Chris, her father, didn’t believe her. "Dad, I am not lying. This child belongs to Lewis; he is the father," Isabella reiterated, appearing very anxious and worried.

"She's tiny, Seraphina. So tiny. But she's—oh God, she's moving. Her hands are—" A cry pierces the operating room. Not loud. Not the robust wail of a full-term baby. But clear. Insistent. Alive. "That's her," Dr. Torres announces, and suddenly he's lifting something small and red and absolutely perfect over the sheet. "That's your daughter." Isabella. Eight weeks early. Five pounds according to the nurse calling out stats I can barely process. But breathing. Crying. Here. Aurelius makes a sound I've never heard from him—half sob, half laugh, completely undone. "She's perfect. Seraphina, she's absolutely perfect."

Isaac was used to that sort of reaction from everyone who sees him for the first time, which was why he never married, Trinity was a product of surrogacy and she totally understands why he had resulted in that. “Hey you okay?” She looked up at him, meeting his dark brown eyes very similar to Trinity’s. Looking at him from this angle he kinda looked like Dwayne Johnson except Mr. Isaac had hair. “I’m fine” She tried to smile but failed, so she just glanced at the ground. “How about this, I’m free now and I can do the dishes…” “No I’m fine really and I can do it” She argued, cutting him short. Mr. Isaac smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder, as if offering her some solidarity. It freaks her o