Novel & Cerita Mom Son Impregnate

Mara was postpartum. Grant: $15k for equipment. Kael’s mentorship: “How to not kill each other when you’re both exhausted.” 2. *Luis*: Single dad. Bike repair shop. Grant: $8k. Adia’s mentorship: “How to bring your kid to work and not feel guilty.” 3. *Priya and her mom*: Catering business. Grant: $20k. Both of them: “How to fight about money and still eat dinner together.”

I ask Ryan's mother, again it's like I was an object or something. "At first no but when she asked us to get some baby clothes, we knew it was something bad, but by then it was too late she said if we backed out she'd get some men to deal with our 3-year-old son," she says looking down, she threatened Ryan oh hell no! "we didn't want to cause we had a baby, I wouldn't know what to do with myself if that ever happened to my son, but I didn't want anything to happen to my baby so we went through with it," she says beginning to cry, I had to hold tears back myself.

This woman's trying to abort me? [Idiot! I have the system's Pregnancy Shield—if she tries to get rid of me, she'll die first!] [She better not ruin my chance to become the top-ranked baby in the Ultimate Family Mission!] Ultimate Family Mission? It was a mission made for underage players, where you were judged on how well you could build a perfect family. So he wanted to kill me… just so Ethan Kingsley and his real mom could be together again? A mix of anger and helplessness washed over me.

He looked up and smirked at me. “Not Weres my love. A she-wolf's pregnancy only lasts three months”. My heart stopped and I thought I was going to chuck. Three months? He can’t be serious. How am I meant to get myself ready for parenthood in just three months? Well less than that now. “Are you joking?” I asked dumbly,

Tobias grunts, clearly unhappy about that, his mother looks at him and he nods, “Yes, Mother.” She nods and pats his shoulder, “Put her upstairs before it’s dark, she’ll need to be warmer to have a better chance to conceive.” He nods, “Yes, Mother.” Well, that’s not good. She wants a baby, her baby. One way or another. But she still has the implant, right? So Sansom might as well be shooting blanks, and her men wouldn’t have been able to get her pregnant. Unless they beat the ninety-nine-point-nine percent chance of not getting pregnant. They have been having a lot of sex lately, but the odds are astronomical. His mother nods,

She barely paused to breathe. “And if someday we do want a child, we can just adopt. It’s that simple. There are so many kids abandoned every single day, and honestly, wouldn’t it be better if we gave at least one—or two—of them a good life? A future? That’s a good thing, right? See? It actually works out perfectly. We focus on our careers, we support each other, we grow old together, side by side, without unnecessary complications. That sounds great, doesn’t it? Really great.”

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

Unease had gripped me since then, and it only grew stronger. I desperately wanted a baby, naively thinking that I would at least have a connection with Tim even if Zoe returned. Fate decided to slam that door in my face. Tim was diagnosed with low sperm mobility, and I'd gotten many injections over the years just to get a successful IVF. My body was already covered in bruises from my attempts, yet my efforts were all for naught. I didn't think Zoe would come back, but here she was. As if it couldn't get any worse, Cece was her child. That made me wonder who the father was.

"I'm the town handyman your mother called me when things broke. That's all." "That's all," I repeated, not believing him for a second.The lawyer's office was three blocks away. I left Gus in the restaurant and walked there in the fading afternoon light, my mind spinning with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Mr. Santoro was an old man who'd known my family since before I was born. He offered his condolences, handed me documents to sign, and then dropped the bomb I should have seen coming."Your mother remarried six months ago."I stared at him. "What?"