Para Mi Hijo Novels & Stories

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?"

I would do it. For her. For our child.

While waiting for the water to heat up, I picked up my phone and was greeted with a notification that just popped in, "Your child needs so much warmth and love, luckily he/she is fortunate to have you as the perfect Parent," excitement was all over my face. It was from the Baby's app I installed on my phone that dropped tips on how to handle a growing Child. I just didn't agree with them saying "the child is fortunate," I think I'm the fortunate one. Definitely, I'd have been so lost without Adrian, he really gave me a reason to live.

Macey said, sadly. "Come on, you don't need to worry too much about that, you have me, and I will always be by your side no matter what." Omari told her. "Thank you so much, but honestly my mum is just too hard on me, I'm her only child, and she couldn't even bring herself to hear me out before chasing me away." Macey said, "I totally understand how you feel, but trust me, it's really fine and you don't need her to be happy, you have me and our son, so we are one big family." Omari told her, as she sighed softly and glanced at him.

Final. “My children.”

Mia's POV I know what is coming as Don Parisi and my father is not showing any respect. I do not want them in my life anymore, nor do I want them near my children. I want them to die tonight, but do I want my children to see them die? There is nothing I can do about it. I am still a little mad a Riccardo for talking about it first and allowing them to think it is okay that they can see it, but on the other hand, they must learn that family is important in this business. I feel they are still too young to deal with death, but we live in a brutal world, and this is the Italian Mafia.

I said, trying to ease the tension. Mia took the bag from me and stepped aside, allowing me to come in. I looked around the living room awkwardly as I tried to think of something to say. "I'm sorry for not being there for him earlier," I said, breaking the silence. "I'm trying to make up for lost time." Mia scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You think dropping off toys once in a while is making up for lost time?" she said, her tone sarcastic. I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "I'm doing the best I can, Mia. I just want to be a good father to our son."

He wasn't just mimicking the actions of the adults; he genuinely seemed to comprehend the world in a unique way, as if he held the wisdom of someone far older. There was an aura of serenity about him, a sense of purpose that left me feeling that Liam was destined for something extraordinary. His laughter, though that of a child, held a depth and purity that touched my heart in profound ways. As he continued to play and explore, I couldn't help but wonder what incredible journey lay ahead for my son.

I turned, already done with this pitiful display, but before I could take a step, I felt something clutching at my leg. “No!” I looked down, and saw my son was crawling toward me like some desperate dog, his hands clutching at my trousers. I raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean no?” His grip tightened. “I—I can’t leave Grace, Father. It has to be her. It has to be Grace. Please, do something. Let her become my wife.” For a moment, I just stared at him, baffled, before I frowned. What the hell was he saying?

"No. You're right. You don't have to pay for my own mistakes. Tell me..." "They have a special programme the day after tomorrow where both parents are expected to come. All the other kids in his class are lucky to have both parents..." Mia tried to explain. I quickly stopped her, "My son also has both parents. Don't worry. We'll come together." His eyes lit up, "Really?" I nodded, with a smile, "Yes my baby. I'll come with your daddy, so don't worry yourself." He jumped on me, becoming the sweet sunshine he is again.