Dr Fetus Isaac Novels & Stories

Thoraas hesitatingly answered, "Brown...clan..." Isaac suddenly pressed his breaker, "What....? what did you say...?" Thoraas jerked by his reaction, " Please don't kill me, I have nothing to do with it, I live alone, and they don't support me" he started begging him and crying helplessly, Isaac felt pitiful, it was his first time feeling like that for someone, Maybe mating with humans makes him more like a human. "Ok, then where have you been?"

“This isn’t how I wanted to break this to you. Let’s go talk about this in private.” Rebekah clutched the back of Isaac’s shirt, wanting to offer him comfort and at the same time keep her head above the churning waters that threatened to drown her. “You’re g*y?” Dr. Crandall bellowed. “My son is g*y? Impossible!” “Dad—” Isaac reached for his father’s hand, but he jerked away. “Don’t touch me.” “Will you listen?” Isaac said, and wiped a leaky eye on the back of his hand.

Isaac stared at the doctor like he could burn through him. The doctor stood stiff, waiting for the decision, his hands clenched around the clipboard. Isaac’s head was a drum. He thought of the first time he met Isabel. She had been small and fierce and stubborn in a way that had irritated him at first. He had wanted a child then, always said he wanted an heir, someone to carry his name. He remembered telling himself she was useful for that reason. He didn’t just want a child. He wanted her. He wanted them. Two lives on the line and he could not breathe.

I said getting slightly mad, "Uh..." he processed but there was nothing, "That's what I am talking about," I said. I seriously don't know why I am mad, "Hey C, it's me, your father. That is Sally and Jack, your best friends," Mr. Issac tried to explain, "What's your name?" Cyrus asked him, "Marcus, Marcus Issac. Your father," he said,

This precious little boy was ours. “How is my son doing today?” Isaac’s cheery voice follows his boisterous entry into the hospital room. He leans in to give me a hug and I chuckle and shake my head as I usually do when I see him. He was such an odd yet refreshing person to be around. The complete mirror of Elena in every way but gender; I think that’s why I thought of him as my little brother. I could tell that he cared dearly for my Elena and would rather die than see harm come to her. “He’s doing well today, just had his bottle and burps, now he’s passed out,” I say as we look down at the sleeping miracle. Isaac sighs, “Elena is going to wallop me for having met her child first,” he says

Isaac's eyes widened as if he knew what I was thinking and his gaze met mine. “Admiring my beauty?” I smiled. Maybe it was time to admit it. “Maybe.” My answer seemed to surprise him. “What were you going to say when the malformed fetus arrived?” “I will tell you when you take me home.” Isaac grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Did he know what I was going to say to him? Just then the nurse called Isaac, I asked her if I could keep him company and she said yes, so we both went to wait for the doctor in a small room.