Para Mi Hijo Novels & Stories

The reason for me to live. "You are talking silly, madre. It's alright. You don't need to apologize to me but if you want to then get me a new set of Hotwheels to play with. The new edition." my son spoke in his cute baby voice making my heart melt and a smile spread on my face.

I understand her, that as mother you want the best for you child. "I'm sorry but your son is not-" "I'm not here for my son."

You are still a cry baby Dada". He wiped his tears with his thumbs. Fletcher held his hand before kissing them softly. "Jagger. You are my son, just mine. Say me selfish or scared, I could never tell you about your parents. But I can only tell that they meant no bad for you Jag. No parents can ever think badly for their child. You came into our life, and completed us. I and your Daddy could never wish for anything else. You are the best son anyone could wish for.

The thought that this child could be mine trrrifuef the he’ll out of me. I didn’t want a child with land , I don’t love children and the least person I wouid want a child with is my fathers who’re.

He ran up to me and gave me a big hug, “Hey babe, look they finally freed me, I’m not aloud to step foot in Mexico again but they let me loose!” I didn’t know what to do, I just stood there in complete disbelief, he walked into my apartment, “Where’s my son? I want to see him.” I shook my head, “He’s sleeping. Why are you here?” He looked down at me, “Well I’m here to meet my son and see you babe, unless you have someone else you would rather be with.”

or her I don't want my child to associate with such bad company. Even if the bad company is his or her very own father.

I start, ignoring Micah’s scoff. “I had no idea what the word ‘kind’ meant until I met him,” I find myself saying. “In all those years you speak of, he’s done nothing but try to be close and bond with his children,” I whisper. “Neither of you could ever be even half the human Mario is—and he’s your father.” I rub my chest to ease the ache.

"What if I can't give him a child?" "You can give him a child. I believe you can give him a child."

he murmured as he looked at me apologetically. I secretly bit my lower lip. I was a bit guilty because I knew that was normal for a child—to rejoice in the things that were given to them, but I just ignored it. "Besides..." He muttered again and hesitated to look at me. "He's your boss, not a stranger," he continued. I could not immediately respond to what my son said. Aside from the point he has, I also don’t know how will explain everything to him. I just tried to smile and then stood up straight. "Let's go," I invited instead of answering him.

No, there is no way! He even awakened his power too early because the emotional trauma was too much for him to take. I don't know what kind of fight my little son is still fighting alone right now. "My sweet son. I'm your mama; you can tell me if something is wrong or something is hurting you. okay?"