Novel & Cerita Melanie Mcguire Sons Today

Michal patiently waited for his son to finish while Melanie had to go back home due to resume the funeral planning. They've prepared themselves for the worst when it came to Ambrose, given his condition, but they never knew that they would have to plan for their daughter instead. Matthew came out of the NICU ward and the two walked back to their car in silence. Michale understands that his son might be overwhelmed with everything that has been happening. He could practically see the gears turning in his head.

Megan's POV "Oh my God! Melanie?" I called in surprise. My eyes watered as they got themselves fixed on my dear daughter. I was so excited to see her here. Even though I didn't know when she got discharged and how she got here, I was still very much glad she was right here in front of my eyes. But before we could go about the mother daughter reunion, Sage spoke up. "Well... well... well," he began, saying those words in a music like format. "Look who we have here. I didn't think you'd be up after all we got them to do to you." He stated.

Between her stroking my hair and her orchid perfume, it was putting me back to sleep. "How is she," I hear my mother ask with concern. "She's calmed down a lot since last night. I just got her to go back to sleep," Melanie says softly, continuing to stroke my hair. "Are you in a relationship with my daughter," my mother asks and she sounded sincere. "Yes," Melanie chokes in a whisper. "I haven't felt like this towards someone since I lost my husband and daughter in a car accident while on a rescue mission to save Shawn."

My God! “Have you ever flown?” “No.” “You'll like it.” he says, smiling. “Where are we going?” “Spend a few days in Italy, and then we'll be back.” “You don't live there?” “No. I have many properties. We are going there to meet my son, and we will be back in a few days.” “Son?” I ask, choking. It was just what I needed! I don't know how to deal with children! They are always combing and driving people crazy! I have no patience for that!

Melanie replied, taking a sip of her tequila. Carl nodded and said, “And here I was thinking you were childhood friends.” Melanie bursted into a fit of laughter while Carl stared at her, wanting to get so free with her so he could ask those questions lingering in his mind. “Are you acquainted with Amanda's parents?” Carl asked, his voice firm with his face etched with curiosity. “Yeah. But she's only living with her mom actually,” Melanie said while Carl nodded as he noted up her statement. “And what of her father?” Carl asked.

Chapter 86. Dexter's Point Of View. *Later In The Evening That Day.* "Good evening ma'am" I greeted her mom that was in the sitting room as she played with her grandchildren. "Good evening son." She replied me as she kept on playing with her grandchild. I guess Melanie father couldn't make it due to the fact that he was busy. "They look so cute right?" My mom asked as they brought juice for her to drink. "Yeah, they look just exactly like their mother and father." Melanie mom replied my mom.

My voice was low and full of defeat. “Yes! You made someone who isn’t your mate Luna?! Mel has been killing herself, learning everything she can to be a good Luna, and you spit in her face. I, like most people, love Melony. Her heart is pure. You are my son, and I will always love you, but I will continue to spend time with her as my daughter.”

The doctor looked curious and was about to ask her another question when Melanie cutted in quickly. "Where is my son?" She asked in a cracked voice. The doctor bowed her head. Melanie stared at her "what is it?" The doctor took a deep sigh "I am sorry ma'am but we lost him." Melanie's eyes grew wide. "I am really sorry ma'am" the doctor said again. Melanie fainted at the spot.

Yeah, that works. “I was just congratulating Meg on her win,” I said that calmly, right? “Son...” I turn towards my Dad because Mac’s staring is starting to freak me out. “...you do realize the three of us...” He points to himself, Uncle Shane and Mac. “...are mated. And that was his...” Dad points to Mac. “...daughter, which means he watches very carefully when she is near boys. Even ones he has watched grow up into almost men.”

I sighed. “Awe…” Melanie cooed, kissing each of my cheeks. “Why do you say that?” she asked. “Because, while I'm happy. I truly am girls. I am happy to become a father to your children. And I’m happy that my children will grow up away from here where they are safe and free. It means I'll never see them.” I frowned. Melanie hugged me tight, and soon the others came over and hugged me too. “We’ll raise your children to be strong, smart, and kind like their father.” Melite smiled.