My Son My Hero 소설 & 이야기

The fear of watching my son possibly get taken away from me has me wrapping a hand around his shoulders. I got hurt, I struggled, and I cried all alone when I was all alone with Harry, and I refuse to share him with anyone. Jaxon looks up. To say he’s shocked would be an understatement. "Mommy, look! I met a superhero!" Harry beams up at me, completely oblivious to the tension. "That's great, baby, but we have to go." I force a smile before steering Harry toward the exit nervously. “Bye, Superhero.” My son waves once we are at a safe distance, and as we walk away, for one second, I take the chance to look back.

For the first time, both of them froze. The black-and-white memorial photo on the front of the box was impossible to miss. Then my father snapped. He ripped the urn from my hands and smashed it against the floor. The lid split open. Ash scattered across the wood. “Fake ashes,” he spat. “You’d even use your own son’s remains for pity?” “No!” I lunged for it. He got there first. That little box was all I had left. It was the last place in the world where Leo still felt close enough to touch.

This way, her baby would also be able to receive the love and care from the rest of the family as he should. Daisy had pretended to be completely disheartened and in despair when "her baby" died. She'd then come over to our house to help us look after "my baby" instead. In other words, the baby boy who died 20 years ago was actually my son, and the child I'd raised for the same amount of time, with my blood, sweat, and tears invested in him, actually belonged to someone else. To think that he even killed Jerome and me with his own hands later on!

"If you're willing to, you can visit Connor often. He's your son, after all. That won't ever change." Scott's eyes turned red. "Thank you." He choked back a sob. "Thank you for giving me this chance." I nodded and turned to leave, but he called out again, "Sophie, are you happy?" I turned back to see him looking at me gingerly, like a child waiting for judgment to fall upon him. I gave his question some thought and nodded honestly. "I'm very happy." "That's good." He smiled. There was relief and bitterness in his smile.

There's a limit to how much you can act out! He really had the nerve to say that. I had not realized Victor was so good at turning things around and blaming me. He was pinning today's disaster on me. Yet my son would not and could not be forced to call some homewrecker his mother. I kicked the classroom door open and looked at Victor with defiance. "Who's the one affecting our son and bringing him shame? Tony can transfer schools. Can your little mistress wash away the scandal of being a homewrecker who seduced a student's parent?

You've essentially let your son die. "I've never known a father like you," he added, his words cutting like a knife. Daniel's phone slipped from his grasp, his face draining of color. He lunged at me, grabbing my collar in desperation. "Noah… How could he die? Why didn't you come looking for me? What kind of mother just lets this happen?" My hand flew, striking his face with all the force of my anger. "Go looking for you? How? Your phone was off, your location was hidden, and no one—not even your family—knew where you were!"

he sighed, blinking quickly. "He used to call me his Golden Retriever. He said I was his golden boy, and even though we had nothing, he'd always bought me toys and my mom flowers. Even when he was suffering, he'd always try to make us feel better. He died...trying. I know he was trying, Jackson," he smiled. "He was my hero. He is...my hero."

He ponders this for a beat before he turns to face everyone. “Okay, mummy I’ll tell them.” He settles into my lap as I arch a brow, but I can see Violet and Logan exchange a look. After weeks of silence, this is the most he has spoken, and I have no idea what he is about to tell them. “As you know, I was taken by bad people. But it’s because I’m a superhero.” Okay, have my mates been using this again to attempt to explain what is happening to our son? There are audible gasps everywhere.

“Thanks, Pops. That means a lot to me.” He looked over at the boys, one on each side of their mother. He looked at their mother. “It would mean even more if the rest of you felt that way, because I’ve got to tell you, as far as I’m concerned, boys, your dad is the biggest hero I’ve ever known.” Their eyes got big and round. Tate swallowed and looked up at his mom. “A hero? Our dad’s a hero?” “Well,” she said, putting her arm around him, “he saved Wade’s life,

He wants Sarah back, but he will not kill Alexander Jensen to achieve that. “Heroes love to fight for something. You can’t be a hero without a war. Adrian Jensen, his father, went to war without a second thought, leaving Mara alone with their son. She implored him to stay at home, but he refused. He was a great man. My friend. My right hand. But I knew him enough to know that his son is the same.” “I will not send him to die father.” and Patrick got on his feet. “ No one will ever suffer again for me!”