Remy Fairly Oddparents Novels & Stories

I put my hand on the side of his face as I looked into his eyes, kissing him softly. I hear someone clear their throat with a cough, “I don’t mean to intrude, I’m just eager to meet my son’s mate,” A woman smiling at me and Wyatt. “Honey, we could’ve waited to meet her,” a man who looks like an older Wyatt had said, nervously smiling at me. “Sorry, mom, dad, this is my mate, Remi. Remi, these intrusive people are my parents,” Wyatt chuckled.

TERRA'S POV: I knew I was gem and it was sad for Mrs Anderson that she was realizing this after years but as long as she knew then that was okay. I would love to see her kneel before me though. “Are you okay, mummy?” I didn't even realize the kids were here so I was startled. “Of course.” I responded with a smile and they had their eyes glued to the screen. “That's your father's mother, the white headed lady.” I pointed out and they laughed at my tone and I ushered them to go eat their breakfast before we ran late.

She wanted to avoid any awkwardness since she wasn’t ready for any sort of physical intimacy. “Do you need help with anything?” I queried, my heart going out ot her. Remy shook her head furiously and looked at me with sympathy. “On my way out the back door, I saw…your father. He was in the ki-kitchens instead of the room Vincent gave him…” Remy shrugged her shoulders helplessly. “He’s…breaking plates and glass and screaming incoherently.” Gabe cursed. My heart sank. He told me he’d try to be better. This was not better.

Something warm and small and quiet that makes me want to pull her into my chest and never let go. Remy glances at us through the rearview mirror. “So… this is the legendary hometown that traumatised you both?” Paige huffs a laugh. “It’s not that bad.” I arch a brow. “I heard the mayor got arrested for stealing garden gnomes.” She winces, playing along. “Okay, well, that was one time.” “Twice,” I correct her with a wink. Remy whistles, catching on to our joke. “And people said you were the feral one?”

I got a strange feeling, like I was being watched. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it, with eyebrows raised. “You don’t think your mom sent him to convince you to be the next chief?” He asked. Sliding my hair back over my shoulder, I shook my head. “No, I don’t think so, he was talking about me being a leader not the chief.” I shrugged. We talked some more about the strange men and what he meant by me being the right leader when the time was right. Remy convinced me that maybe my mom didn’t send him and what happened today on the phone was just coincidence

He grabbed a fresh diaper and wipes from the cabinet, changing Remy with practiced movements while the child watched him with trusting eyes. “This isn’t about me and Destiny,” Ronan said through gritted teeth. “This is about you almost letting our son sit in his own filth until he got a rash. Look at him, Andrea. He’s exhausted and scared. When was the last time you actually held him? Talked to him? Or were you too busy plotting with Donovan Crowe to notice?” Andrea poured herself a generous glass of wine, the liquid sloshing against the sides. “Don’t act like you’re father of the year. Remy isn’t even yours biologically, remember? You’ve known that for months. Yet here you are, still playin

Remi Pov I was somewhere else. Home. Riverside. My family's house. I could smell it. Feel it. And I was. Different. I looked down. Pregnant. Very pregnant. My belly huge. Round. What the— "Remi!" My mother's voice. "Come inside. It's not safe out here." I turned. She was there. Actually there. Older but there. My father beside her. And— Manuel? Alpha Manuel stood with my father. Like they were friends. Like they were—

In just half a month, he looked haggard, his unshaven jaw shadowed and his eyes bloodshot. "I knew you still had me in your heart. That kid Andrew can't be trusted. He's going back to Calixud, isn't he? You came out to find me, didn't you? Where's Lucy? Let's take her home together!" I stepped back, with the bustle of the commercial street behind me. He closed the distance, his hand suddenly clamping around my wrist. "Audrey, let's remarry! Lucy needs her father. I swear, from now on, I'll only be good to you—"

Brea's tone made it clear this was not a suggestion. "All right," I said. The Callum house was the third building on the left. Inside, the father sat at a table with his eldest son, Remy, who was twenty-two and wearing a splint on his left arm from the elbow down. The break had been set properly, from the look of it, but it was weeks from healed. The mother was at the stove and she turned when I came in with an expression that moved from surprise to a careful, reserved kind of hope before it settled into something in between.

The earliest opportunity I had to get in touch with him was three days later, at Lincoln Group's annual dinner event. I gripped my phone tightly. Fine. If that were the case, I would just let these clowns continue to make fools out of themselves for another three days. I didn't stay idle for the next three days. I used my connections and began to look into Remy's background, and what I discovered was nothing short of hilarious. Remy wasn't Dad's illegitimate child or anything. Instead, he was just the grandson of one of Dad's distant cousins, twice removed, who grew up in the country.