How Old Is Oscar In On My Block Novels & Stories

“He must have thought he had you,” Oscar said with a chuckle, placing a hand on the small of my back. My body jerked forward on its own but I didn't look back. Maybe I was going to lose Jesse but I needed to lure the fool into a false sense of security. Even if Jesse was still going to give me a chance I knew Ashley wasn't. And if Ashley didn't then he wouldn't. “The girl is cute though.” He was glancing over his shoulder and I could see his eyes look down. Pig. “She could really– wait, is that Ashley? She’s all grown up!” He whistled.

At this point, Osmosis had broken into tears, I too was crying. Osmosis gave out a sorrowful kind of chuckle, sniffling in as he was having a running nose as he went on; "It was on the 13th of March, 2011, the day I can never forget. I was 9 years then. My mom came back from work, and forgot to buy the candies I told her to buy for me. I cried bitterly because of that, refusing to let her rest. Being the only son and child, I was kinda pampered, so my mom couldn't stand me crying even as her pleas to go after the rain had stopped as it was raining heavily, fell on deaf ears", Osmosis sniffled again, he wasn't crying again, he was looked like someone beaten and battered by life.

I was getting too involved in this life that the line between my old life and new one was starting to blur out. “I have never seen you around here.” Oscar commented. I chuckled, “it’s actually my first time at this park. My husband and I were supposed to be spending together with our son but he had to leave for work.” I hated to admit it but I liked the sound of that. My husband and I. “Oh, I didn’t know you are married. You look so young.” He commented. I narrowed my eyes at him and chuckled, “I have a three-year-old son, how young did you think I was?” I asked.

“Bring him here.” I walked to him slowly, handing Oscar over with a caution I didn’t need. Barrett held him like he was something rare and priceless, as if he feared the weight of his own hands might be too much. Oscar blinked up at him and yawned, that tiny mouth stretching in perfect innocence. “He’s strong,” Barrett said, studying him. “Has good color. How old is he now?” “Almost four months,” I answered, my voice lighter than I expected. “He looks older,” Barrett said, chuckling softly. “Alert. Already studying me like he wants to know if I’m worth his time.”

Maybe having children isn't their priority right now, or they’re not yet ready. "Oh, I assumed it was just me!" Oscar laughed. "When I attempted to phone her yesterday, I believed she added me to her blocklist, so I couldn't contact her." "I wouldn't be surprised if Olivia blocks you, you're annoying!" Rebecca, who was looking at Oscar, threw it at him. His laughter annoyed her more. Oscar grinned at this cousin of his, and he was already used to and immune to each and every one of them. Everybody is different from each other, having both positive and negative sides.

He asked, and I shook my head, and he sighed. "I don't know what is going on with you, child, but you are too damn young to remain indoors," he said, and I smiled at him. The truth was, I had nowhere to go and nothing to do out there. Oscar was slowly becoming my friend until he pulled that stunt in the club to remind me of my place.

The cloudiness on his face eased a little as he remembered his children. “I have one son and one daughter.” “Is he the same age as our mommy?” Mike again looked curious. “Yes yes, they are the same age. My son is a few years older than Miss Willmer. What’s wrong?” Oscar felt Mike’s gaze turn thoughtful. “Oh, nothing.” Mike just shook his head slightly. He turned to Mika and said, “Do you want to see my latest game?” It was a gesture to leave everyone behind. There was something to talk about between them that no one else should hear.

providing the male Alpha guidance they desperately needed to understand their unique nature. Oscar dropped the logs onto the ground and walked over to the fallen oak, whistling softly as he inspected the shattered wood. "An eighty-year-old oak tree," Oscar said, shaking his head with a mixture of awe and concern. "Amora, your son just snapped a mature hardwood tree with a raw, unrefined pup-strike. When I was four years old, the most I could do was scratch the paint off my father’s truck."

She said. “It’s about Sofia as well” Her words rang in his ears and there was actually no reason for his heart to drop that low. “But let’s just call it lunch. Meet me at noon, Oscar. It’s really important” The line barred and he retracted the device in his hands, letting it fall between his thighs. Looking outside the windows, a hard lump pushed passed his throat. - “To what do i owe the special pleasure, mother?” It was noon, and Oscar began his pleasantries with that statement as he took his seat right opposite where Cynthia was sat. She flashed a smile at her son, watching him smother his jacket. He was the most like her of his brothers and you could tell by the way they smiled.

Tara stared shocked. “When he declares his love for me, I can, besides he hasn't spoken to me in three years.” You explained. “Maybe he was just getting over you.” Tara explained. As if on cue there's a knock on the door. “Hello neighbours.” Oscar strolls in. “You know you don't need to knock.” You laughed. “I do when I brought a guest.” Oscar laughed. “Who did you...” That's when you see him, over Oscar's shoulder. “Blake?!” You stare at him, in shock.