Novel & Cerita He's Definitely My Son

I want to know if my son is alright. "No!"

I can feel her lips moving along mine and the bitterness of the tears falling from her eyes. Having her in my arms again made me forgot how cruel the world has been to us but at the same time how grateful I am to have her back .... and to my surprise. "My son? he is my son?" I pointed at the young man staring back at me. "T-This is my son?" My heart pounded really hard that it could escape right through my skin. Caroline stands in front of me, her hands were on the arms of the child, I am introduced to as his grandparent.

We share a moment of understanding. Her son is the most wonderful man on the planet.

He loves that brand that he even became an ambassador for the company. "I thought you wouldn't remember." I huffed annoyed as I closed my car door. "It has been years, you can't even remember what you ate yesterday for dinner!" He chuckled as he unbuttoned the top half of his gray shirt. "Come on, we're talking about my son, may his soul rest in peace. How can I forget my son and the places I... I mean, we, took him?" I cleared my throat. "Excuse me, but he was my son. He was your nephew."

He tightly grips my hand, “that child… It’s our son, right?” “No!” I shut at him, I can see how the others looked in our direction, even Zafer and Clyde looks worried. “it’s my son, Ash, there is no such ours or yours, it’s mine.” I said firmly, “there’s no need to talk more, let’s end it here.”

with one truth echoing in his mind: I have a son. Ethan is my son.

“She is your auntie, all right?” Henny looked away from him. His eyes were narrowed as he addressed me. “I just heard you say that your sister stopped you from being a mother to your son and that you came here for him. I am the only kid here, so it’s me right?” He pointed at himself. “I am the son, right?” I clutched my chest. Nodding with tears in my eyes, I said, “Yes, Henny. You are my son!” “Rosemary!” Max shouted.

His voice dropped to a whisper. "Freddo is my son.”

Leo. I stepped forward, my leather shoes echoing in the quiet hallway as I moved closer. His head lifted slightly, and when our eyes met… I was stunned by how unmistakably familiar he was. That small face, the shape of his mouth when he frowned or smiled, the curve of his jaw—it was him. My son. “Hey,” I said, my voice low but firm as I approached the group. “Which one of you said this boy doesn’t have a dad?” The children looked up, startled, unsure how to respond. I didn’t give them a chance.

He looked nervous as all get out. “Uhm, okay, so who are you?” My nerves were starting to rise as I pushed the baby swing. “In a weird sort of way, I’m your son. Yours and Hephaestus’ son.” At the words, my world went black and I fainted on the spot.