Novel & Cerita My Son My Hero

“And I plan to keep that title.” I laugh softly despite everything. “You’re ridiculous.” “Very.” I squeeze Maya’s hand gently as she shifts in her sleep. “Looks like we’re going on a trip, my bird,” I whisper quietly. Back to the city I swore I would never see again to the man whose memory I tried to bury, to the truth I have been hiding for seven years. Because if Dominic Carter is the only person who can save my daughter’s life… then I will face every ghost waiting for me in Los Angeles.

I had firmly resolved not to help him again, but when I saw him lying pale on the cold hospital bed, my heart still softened. He was my flesh and blood and the son I had raised and protected with Celia, after all. But every time I softened, his malice escalated. This time, after he had thrown himself off a four-story building right before my eyes, I had sworn never to soften or give in to him again. Murmurs from the crowd grew louder. The onlookers had eyes full of shock, and several middle-aged women even covered their mouths in sheer pain. "Oh gosh! This son came into the world just to collect debts from his parents. All he does is take everything they have and still acts so entitled. He's

And the smirk that stretched across his face made my knees tremble so hard I thought I might actually fall. “Oh, bunny,” he murmured. “you’re going to make this so fun.” He leaned in, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip like he was tasting the air around me, and then dropped his voice even lower. “If you land one hit on me—just one—I’ll let you call me whatever you want. Coach Alpha Or…” he paused, smiled, and whispered straight into my soul, “Daddy.” And that was the moment I knew I was going to die. Wet.

His eyes filled with joy, and he tightened his grip on my wrist, attempting to pull me into his arms. I didn’t hesitate. I kicked him hard in the shin, my eyes filled with nothing but disgust. My voice was laced with mockery as I spoke. “If you’re sick, go get treated. Forgiving you doesn’t mean I’ll ever take you back. “And one more thing—Lucas is my son. He has nothing to do with you. Don’t even think about trying to claim him.” The moment I said that, a flicker of sorrow flashed through Xavier’s eyes.

"I've got nothing left. The restaurant's gone, and I'm a hundred grand in debt from that hotel lease. You still want to call me 'mom'?" He hesitated for a split second. "Money or no money, you're still my mom! I'll find a job soon, and I'll help pay it all off!" I pushed the door open wider. "Fine. Come in." If he was really sincere, I'd see soon enough. Or maybe he had another angle—only one way to find out. Back at the old house, Henry played the role of devoted son perfectly. He handled every chore, cooked, and left at dawn each day to "look for work." Honestly, he seemed like a different person.

I said as I looked down at him with a smile and he smiled back. “ I love you too Dad, you're the best hero in the world," he said with a cheeky smile and for some reason his smile reminded me of her. So beautiful and pure. “ So you're saying your Daddy is better than Captain America?" I asked him and he nodded and I couldn't help but laugh. Captain America was his favorite hero, so him telling me I was his best made my heart full. I stayed with him until he went back to sleep. I drew the blanket up his chin and then I kissed him on his forehead before walking out of his room and quietly closing the door.

"I'm responsible." "I know, you're the best kid in the world," I assure him and lean over to give him a kiss. I know he won't be like Ashton; we're raising him to be a great person, and Ashton wants to educate him not to be like him, not to get anyone pregnant so soon and not to be a jerk like he says he was. Yes, Ashton was an idiot for many years, but I love the man he is today, I love the man he has been for so many years. I don't want to give him an education like the one my parents gave me; I'm a much better mother than they were.

“Do you mind if … do you mind if I tell them?” “Of course not,” he smiles kindly. “But do let them know this is the preliminary stage. We’ve got a lot more to do before we can give her a clean bill of health.” “I know,” I return his smile, so wide it feels as though my face will crack in two. “Thank you. Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” He nods a couple of time. “By the way, do you think my son can have your autograph. He’s nine years old and you’re one of his greatest heroes.”

When I was a kid, people used to tell me to think of a hero. We view them as individuals who can save the world. Most people would think of heroes like Batman and Superman. But what about the heroes who hide among us—the men and women in the line of duty? People who are never afraid of what could happen to them. We all have someone we could call upon who would save us from the harm that might come our way. In many ways my Father was my hero in so many ways . Sometimes when I was alone I used to wonder if he had a hero.

My thoughts pushed away by my father worried voice, “Sweetheart. Are you okay ??. Have you got injured anywhere ??” I nodded blissfully and replied to my father in jovial tone, “Appa, I'm perfectly fine. This hero caught me at the right time, so I did not get any injuries. And he looks like a hero. Much handsome. My hero.” I pointed my hands towards him and whispered last few sentences and looked at him idolizing who is standing little away from me. My father patted his shoulder and told him,