Para Mi Hijo Novels & Stories

I said. "You are my daughter, my only child, if I see you making bad decisions I have to correct you or at least try," He said. "You might think it s bad but you haven't even met him, how can you decide?" I asked Dad. "We know nothing about him because you haven't told us a single thing about him," Dad reminded me.

I really wish i can give you just a child He knows of every fact but not the fact that I am not pregnant How will he feel when he realize..God pls do something

I asked him. "I want my child to be happy, that's all," he answered me. “That's all? There are many ways to have fun, don't feel sorry for my wife and me. We are both happy-” "Is it really fun? I heard you haven't been blessed with a child yet? My daughter can do that to you, he can give you child whenever you want," he suggested with a grin that made my hair stand up. Is there such a father? That the man pimped his own son?

"I'm sorry, Clarice! Please forgive me! I'm a jerk and a disgrace who deserves to die!" His face swelled up red. Tears and snot smeared his face, and he looked utterly pitiful. "Mom and Dad died so young, so don't abandon me too! I swear I'll work hard, so please just give me a chance! "Even if you hate me, at least forgive me once for the child's sake." The mention of his child nearly made me laugh out loud.

his child said. “I’ll think of a way for us to be together again, okay? Don’t worry. What excuse can we use so your mom will really come back here… ah, I’ve got an idea. I’ll text your mom,” he told his child. “Okay, Papa,” the child replied.

I quickly killed the urge, but it was hard to get it out of my mind. “Why do you think that?” I looked at Papa and pointed at him. “I want my child to grow up in a loving family, just like I did when I was a child until now.” Papa nodded. He didn't judge me at all. “Are you sure your child will thank you?” I didn't understand what he was trying to say.

She frantically picked up her child and started to pacify him. I find kids to be annoying. For a lot of reasons. Even though he is my offspring, I ordly don't feel attached to him. We might be immortal, but we can still produce offsprings. Don't ask me how, we just can. I've never tried to have a child of my own after I lost my mate. I wasn't interested in that " happy family" sentimental bullshit. For the time I've lived, it just seemed so meaningless.

family and when the time is right I make up with him. My son is a wonderful child, he's never traveled far and he's not surprised at all, and here he is running back and forth with my mother, and she's all silly running after him, Bob admires them from afar, his eyes shine looking at my mother with Miguel, Bob has no children and my mother didn't want to have more children, I think my stepfather would be a great father, it's a shame my mother didn't have children with him.

You are a Muslim, God only tests those he loves, this child will need you, we will do it together , he will never lack love, OK, he's your child, he's our child between us, don't make this mistake -What am I going to tell him when he asks me who his father is? -You can supervise your child in such a way that he will never lack paternal love, listen to me as a physiotherapist, I am there by your side, the education of this child, you will not do it alone, I will always be there for you I once again, this child will not lack paternal love - What am I going to say to my parents, how am I going to look them eye to eye, I'm really cursed, problem after problem, pain after pain

My child. And no one—no one—messes with what’s mine!