Dr Fetus Isaac Novels & Stories

Isaac couldn’t move as he was already frozen because Tim’s head was on his lap and just then even Leonid put his head on his shoulder as he slept peacefully. Isaac was screaming internally in agony at his fate. First, he had to step in into such an inauspicious house, and now he had a kid cuddled on his lap while a full-grown man nuzzled his head on his shoulder. He was as still as a statue right now. He couldn’t do anything. Nothing at all.

Emma was the one to decipher from everything that Isabella was pregnant, while he was entirely clueless as to why his best friend was such a wreck. He remembered who Isaac's father is, and mentally noted the similarities. His father would become aggressive when someone he cares about was being messed with; Matthew even had to call security on him once because of his rage. Isaac was also very much built like his father, something like a linebacker. Broad shoulders and a tall physique, he even had his father’s nose, now that he thought about it. At least he had Isabella's kind eyes that balanced the intimidating look. But his father wasn’t a good person, and Isaac is. Isaac stood up and took r

The journey back is uneventful. Isaac is oddly quiet. I mull over the words that Felice said before we left. “He is not bad…his curse…as I said earlier, it can be broken with the birth of your child, but for your sake and for your child’s, stay alert.” Why was she warning us so many times? My hand rests on my stomach subconsciously. Astrid hasn’t commented on anything. She has oddly remained quiet for the whole time.

The problem is, that only applies to children born with one blood in their veins. Isaak's father was Mustafin and his mother was Talos. He isn't a pureblood. A soft sigh passes my lips as I push away from the table. I shoot Tavin a glance, mumbling, “I figured as much.” His features soften momentarily, but just as quickly, the hard look he typically wears returns.

I tried to reason with him. “First my daughter and now my mate? Are you suggesting that I stay calm?” he growled. “Yes I am! You’re not going to help anyone going off like this!” I braved. He looked at me warily before slowly shifting back. “Did you say that Isak is planning on killing me?” Draco turned to Isis. She was purely terrified now.

His eyes were on the man. "What can I do? It will not happen" he asked, looking very upset. "It happened to my father. I should have known it would have passed down. It tends to skip a few generations" he said, looking at me. "Skip a generation?" I asked out loud though I knew the answer. If I'm being honest, I knew the answer the second I laid eyes on them. I just needed to confirm it. "The answer to your question, child, is yes, we are. I am called Isaac. She is called Josie. We are Jessica's parents. Your mother's parents.

An hour and a half later, I got mindlinked by Leia. "Good fucking news, the baby is born. Kat is fucking exhausted, but he’s perfect. They named him Isaac Roman. Roman, after Sierra’s brother, and Isaac after fucking Isaac Newton. Yes, they’re big ass nerds. Now, the bad or good news, uhm it's not Braxton Hicks, and you need to get your fucking ass to the hospital right now." I called Cyrus and April and asked them if they could watch the girls. I had to wait for them to arrive, and I hoped I would be at the hospital in time. It was just after midnight, and I hoped they weren’t asleep yet, but luckily they were still up.

He couldn't believe Trista had the balls to invite Samantha and the brat directly into their private apartment. Isaiah sucked in a sharp breath, looking like a pup who'd just had his tail stepped on. He scrambled behind Trista and pointed at the kid. "Trista, is that... the kid? The one your mate had with that rogue? I mean, his face is just so..." Trista shot Isaiah a warning glare over her shoulder. "Watch it, Isaiah. Cassian's son is good-looking. Don't be a dick." Fred couldn't hold it in anymore. He leaned against the sofa, his chest heaving with muffled laughter.

"The last conversation I had with Derek Coleman was the day I told him I was carrying his pup." "His... what?" The word tore out of Isaac's throat like a snarl. He clamped his hand over his mouth, eyes darting to the boy. Mateo was only a few yards away, oblivious. Isaac leaned closer, voice dropping to a jagged whisper. "You were carrying... Derek's son?" He looked at Mateo again. The boy was four, maybe five. His chestnut hair was a shade lighter than Santiago’s dark mane. He had the Vega build, but there was a distinct cleft in his chin—a mirror image of the one Derek flashed in every smug interview.

She instructed as she took a deep breath and slowly released it. After a few breaths, I followed her lead and was in control again. “I’m sorry. I’m good. Just tell me. Rip it off like a band-aid.” I said. “All right. Let me lay it all out there then.” Hana sighed. “Isak is an angel, and no, I don’t mean his personality, though he’s close. His nephew Harris is a nephilim, meaning his mom is a human, but his dad is Isak’s younger brother.”