El Yerno Novels & Stories

But you did. "I'm sorry it took so long…I didn't know…" "No." He raised a hand. "Estás aquí ahora. Eso es lo que importa." (You are here now. That is what matters.) He glanced at Leo, who was peeking out from behind my leg. "Y ese debe ser Lionel. Mi bisnieto." (And that must be Lionel. My great-grandson.) Leo stepped forward bravely. "Hi. You can call me Leo." Vicente crouched down with some effort. "Hola, Leo. Soy Vicente. Tu bisabuelo." (Hello, Leo. I am Vicente. Your great-grandfather.)

David asks. “My goodness! You are our uncle’s new bride?” Charlotte jumps in excitement. “I don’t have a bride yet, children. This is Yeri, my consort.” I say and Yeri smiles, leaning down to look at the kids. “You look like a stable boy and you look like a princess who will break hearts!” She says, pointing alternatively to David, then, Charlotte. “Really!” the scream in unison once again. “How do you know I love horses?” “How do you know I wanna break hearts?”

The room was dead silent for a minute or two, the only thing that could be heard was our heavy breathing and the low hum from the refrigerator. "You're pregnant. My baby is right there in your belly?" Elijah seemed dazed and confused. Feeling defeated, I gave him a sad smile, turned, and began to make the scrambled eggs. "Oh my God, I'm going to be a daddy. Fuck this is real, I have a kid on the way." He sounded bewildered, elated, and joyous at the same time. Of course, he was excited, he had finally gotten what he wanted. He wasn't the one who was going to have to go through eight months of hell. Nope, that was me.

Erbao Clutching the binoculars in his small hands, Erbao stared out the window toward the lake’s bank as his brothers and sister bumped him in the shoulders. “What’s happening?” “I want to see.” “Mommy is saving daddy,” Erbao reported, cutting off the whines of his siblings. However, his eyes then grew wide as he watched what happened next. Daddy woke up, his lips pressed into mommy’s as she didn’t stop him, and then daddy pulled her onto his lap.

He chuckled lightly while admiring the beauty in front of him. "Hey baby, your smile is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I promise you that I will protect you and your graceful smile from this merciless world. No one will ever dare to hurt you. My precious. Oh, damn me. What a fool I am. I do not even introduce myself to you. I am Ernest Mervyn." He said and chuckled more. Unexpectedly, Veronica Mervyn pulled her brother's finger from the baby's delicate hold furiously. The baby started crying.

Ilham muttered; he really knew the character of his grandson. "So how is it? Does grandpa know anything?" I asked Dean again. "Yes, Anye does have family here; his name is Alvaro. Alvaro is the younger brother of Anye's late mother; their relationship is close, but they rarely meet; maybe today Anye and Alvaro decided to meet because it was the weekend, so there weren't many activities," Ilham explained. "Oh, and maybe that woman is Mr. Alvar's wife, Grandpa?" guessed Devan.

"Oh my... is this grandpa's most handsome grandson?" Jimmy immediately hugged his grandson. He was very happy because after so long he was finally able to meet the grandson he loved so much. In the end, Yuna and Chico went home. And Jimmy just hugged Chico tightly. Yuna who saw that was clearly happy. After a long time not coming home he was able to gather with his family again. Even though he actually felt a bit sad. Because still Chico doesn't know who the real father is. He doesn't understand that Fero is his father.

Even though she was old, she still had a child. I assumed Erin was the one she was going to marry because my cousin and Claire had an affair as well, but their relationship didn’t work out, so it was best for them to just split up. Erin is glad that Ander is now with him. Gosh, Erin and Rios are the same. Poor uncle Eros, no one will even extend his race. “Mom.” In shock, I jumped and hit Agustin. I’m also confused why he’s taller than his father. He is obviously not 18 years old.

For a moment—just a moment—his touch was gentle again and almost tender but when I finished heaving and he handed me a warm washcloth, his face was a mask I couldn't read. I cleaned my face with shaking hands, unable to look at him. "I married my ex-fiancé's father." "Technically, you married me before he was your ex." His tone was dry but there was an edge to it now. "So really, he's your husband's son's almost-bride. Or—fuck, the grammar doesn't work." "This isn't funny!"

The background pretty much waned as she watched the show of love with envy. A tall father had finally found his son and he tossed away his placard to spread his arms for the incoming launch. An Asian in a business power suit and a briefcase had met with his driver or associate and they shook hands warmly as they headed towards the exit. A short guy in a long ponytail hugged his pregnant wife and kissed her passionately. Kiersey sighed, suddenly melancholic. When was she . . . ? "His number isn't going," Zanéh complained.