Noah Ibu Novels & Stories

I continued to ask out of curiosity, "He doesn't have a wife or a girlfriend." "I'm what you would call a bastard," Noah grimaced as he said that word. I gasped "My mum said that's a bad word." "That's because it is," he said, "My mother and Father had a thing going on at one point and then I was born. Robert didn't want anyone to know of me, I think he was ashamed." I could see the sadness on his face, "Where's your mum now?" I asked. "She died four months ago," he said quietly.

" A string bouncing baby boy just like his grandad and the king of course." "That would be nice." Noah chipped in once the laughter had toned down a bit. " But I want a girl." "What?" My eyebrows shot up immediately. " You want a girl?" "A daughter." He wrapped his hands around mine. " A daughter who's going to have your feisty attitude and might. That would definitely make her a brilliant Queen." "Queen?" I couldn't believe my ears. " Who are you and what have you done to my husband?" A ripple of laughter erupted from the table and I couldn't tell which made me more glad, the fact that Noah was now a total sweetheart or that things would definitely be great from here onwards. I think.

I looked around and found a note by the nightstand on my side of the bed. "Good morning. My parents arrived this morning, and Seb and I had to do some things. Sorry, I am not here, but I won't be long. Wear something nice. I would like you to meet my folks. Yours, Noah," it read, and I became nervous instantly. We never discussed meeting his parents. I remembered my experience with Pamela. Was Noah's mother as kind as Pamela, or was she a snub like the elites? She is a lady and the Stepanov heir of her generation. I also heard that she was stern and could be heartless sometimes.

“Yeah! Elijah’s fun. We play tag, and he’s faster than me but I can climb better.” Maxine chuckled softly at his pride. “I’m glad you like them.” She paused, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of his blanket. “And… what about your father?” Noah tilted his head, confused. “My father?” “Yes.” Her throat tightened, but she forced the words out gently. “Have you ever thought about him? About meeting him someday?” There was a brief silence before Noah placed the crayon down and shrugged. “Sometimes,” he admitted quietly. “I mean… why don’t I have one? Elijah has a dad. Mia from school has one too. You said mine’s at work in another country.”

Creed, Noah's mother, who watched in silence. "Told her what?" Noah questioned as his mother sat down on the couch without uttering a word and just stared at her son. "What the hell did you say to her, you frog?" He stood up and marched toward her. “Ah... How dare you?" Susan sparked. "Well, it doesn’t matter; I already told aunty the truth about your relationship with that slut of a staff," she added. "What the hell are you talking about? What relationship?" Noah demanded in a confused tone. This is not happening. Why the hell do they want to feed him what he has not eaten?

Irene shook her head, saying she was fine, as the door opened. When Noah walked inside, he was surprised to see his mother and mother-in-law.