Emmett's Mom From Switched At Birth Novels & Stories

“Emmy, get inside.” She scowled at me in annoyance, clearly disapproving my tone. I could not understand what her sudden obsession with Enzo was. Like Ryan said, she doesn’t even remember that he was her Dad. Then why was she so drawn to him? She never entertained strangers like this before. “In a minute, mommy.” She said. Huffing out loud, I walked back inside, fuming. Nobody seemed to be in the mood to listen to me, apparently. Through the crack of the door, I could hear Emmy’s voice clearly.

I could also get the hospital to perform a paternity test on Corey and me if needed. So, they couldn't openly take Corey away and switch him up with Casey again. I looked at the tiny yet beautiful little face in my arms and felt a huge weight lifting from my chest. I would love Corey and protect him for the rest of my life this time. I refused to lose my baby again. … When I got to my own private room at the postpartum recovery and retreat center after being discharged, I finally had a chance to properly explain things to Jerome. I explained rather hesitantly, "Jerry, to be honest… I had a really weird dream while giving birth. I dreamed that Daisy switched our babies before killing my baby

She hadn’t expected her new father to bring it up himself—she assumed her mother must’ve told him about her wish. Seeing her reaction, Damien's lips curved into a clear smile. “Of course. If you want, you can start as soon as tomorrow. You are my daughter now, and you’ll enjoy the privileges I allow.” Emma was overjoyed, her voice rising with excitement. “Thank you, Father, thank you, Mom. Thank you both so much.” At that moment, her eyes were filled with gratitude and admiration as she looked at Damien. After breakfast, Damien left for work and May went shopping, leaving Emma at home with the maids and the butler. She was now sitting in the living room, reviewing documents Alfred had brough

That afternoon, she brought her son, Raymond, and stormed into the company, shouting, “You’re a ruthless boss! You let your daughter get away with murder! Give me back my grandson’s life! With tears in her eyes, she threw a tantrum in the office area and shouted dramatically. She wailed, “My poor son was such a fool! Trinity slept and toyed with him! “We bent over backward for her when she got pregnant, but we never thought that she would just give birth to the baby and dump him in the toilet!” Raymond stood beside her with his head hung low. He looked like a pitiful lover who had suffered grievance. I walked out upon hearing the commotion and caught snippets of my employees’ gossip. “So, th

I didn't even have the energy to hurt anymore. The meds must have started kicking in. My head went fuzzy. Just then, someone knocked on the door. When no one answered, the door creaked open. It was Emily. She looked around the room. When she spotted me, her brow furrowed on instinct. She was heavily pregnant, walking carefully to avoid the sharp corners of the furniture. "Nathan, we need to talk." I didn't answer. Her frown deepened. "I came here to make things clear. Because of what happened yesterday, Mom had a heart attack.

“Emma, your mind seems to be in another place…” Emma quickly apologized to her father before he could go on further. Her mother sighed. Yes, they were still her parents until they were not, until they finally parted ways. “It’s okay. It’s actually quite understandable. Let’s go in.” Emma nodded her appreciation at being understood, and walked into the cabin when her father opened the door, and moved in with his wife. The first thing they noticed when they switched on the light of the sitting room was the nurse and another girl bundled together on the chair. Emma noticed the sullen look on the one she knew to be the nurse first and almost toppled to the ground. Had her mother stopped breathin

I couldn’t protect Haven… but I would protect Emery. “So… I can call you Mommy?” Emery asked the moment we pulled apart. Her eyes were wide, hopeful—almost impatient. Emmette coughed immediately. “Of course,” I said without hesitation. “You can call me Mommy. I’m married to your daddy.” Her eyes widened, and she squealed in excitement. "Daddy, did you hear. Mommy said I can call her mommy." She screamed running over to Emmette who caught her in his arms and lifted her up in the air.

My throat tightened as I stared at Emmett, who seemed entirely unbothered by the tension he’d created. His smirk deepened as he held the phone slightly away from his ear and winked at me like this was some private joke only he understood. “She probably didn’t mention me because we’re still… relatively new,” Emmett went on smoothly, his voice dripping with charm. “Now, that makes sense. It’s nice to hear Amber has someone looking after her,” my mother said, her voice lilting with feigned ease. “She doesn’t tell me much about her personal life these days.”

Emmett has this infectious laugh that could make a room full of people smile. Emmett had been my next-door neighbour since we were toddlers. Emmett is almost double the size of me in width and height, with dark skin, dark eyes and hair shaved into a buzz cut. Being a rugby player, his body was lean with muscle and the mere sight of him would scare any stranger, but his heart was gold. His mother, five sisters and himself were more of a family to me than my own family. Without them, I don't know where I would be today.

Suddenly, Mom clapped her hands, her eyes twinkling—a clear indication that she was up to something. "Now, now, children. Allow me to do the introductions, please?" She rose, approaching me where I stood before dragging me toward the sofa where she and Emma were sitting. "Now, Emma, meet my son, Keagan. He’s so handsome, isn’t he? Keagan, please meet Emma." Mom's smile grew even broader. Emma blinked her eyes before looking down timidly. Hell, that sweet action went right to my cock. My heart seemed to skip a beat as I stared, transfixed by her stunning face