Runaway With A Baby Novels & Stories

he says, as tears fall from his eyes. "No! No, we can-we can run, Vixen. We can run away to someplace they'll never find us. Yeah, and-and we can take the baby with us, we can-" "I can't run from this, Kyla. They're gonna blow this place if I don't surrender, they've got this whole place surrounded. I'm not gonna do that to you and my child, I can't."

"I guess you could say I’m running away from someone. And LA seems like a safe enough place for us." His eyes softened with curiosity and concern. "Us?" he asked gently. "So… you’re not really alone, then?" My hand moved instinctively to my belly — a protective gesture I’d been doing more often without even realizing it. The baby bump was still small, not obvious yet, but it was there. "It’s me… and my child," I said in a quiet voice. "We’re running away from his… cheating father." Clint’s expression shifted, his easy smile replaced by something more serious. "I’m so sorry you’re going through that," he said softly. "That sounds… really tough. Do you have a place to stay when you get there?"

Max would never love me and the last thing I would do was leave my baby to a witch like Jezebel. Did I disgust him so much that he would ignore the mate bond and choose her over us? I instinctively placed my hand on my bump, stroking it slowly. My heart raced with worry for my baby as I reached a resolute decision. There was only one way to protect my child. I had to run away.

He makes a move to leave but stops as something catches his eyes. “Fuck.” He curses, panic radiating off of him. I turn to look down at the spot I was just laying… where a spot of dark red blood greets me. Fear once again grips my heart as I clutch at my pregnant belly. I pray to all the Gods and Goddesses who may listen that my babies will be okay. Tate rushes out the house as fast as he can and places me gently into the passenger side of his Jeep, strapping me in and shutting the door in one practically seamless motion. I watch my frantic mate rush around the vehicle with panic in his eyes and settle into the driver’s seat, not bothering to put on his seatbelt. He starts to speed out of th

She lingered for just a second longer before swiftly wrapping her scarf around her face and disappearing into the night. The abandoned baby, sensing the sudden absence of warmth, began to cry—a sharp, heartbreaking wail that echoed in the stillness. Despite its tiny frame, the cries were loud, piercing through the silence of the night. The woman didn’t turn back. She forced herself to keep walking, telling herself that this was the best choice. Inside the residence, Calvin was in the middle of yet another argument with his wife. They had been married for years but had never been able to conceive a child. They had tried countless treatments, visited numerous doctors, but nothing had worked.

They will be the most powerful partners to my son and our pack will be undefeated. Happy about the news, i walked back to my house with Jarred behind me to do some paperwork about the newborns. I saw Autumn and Lucy just got back from their visit to Queen's. I can't wait till i told them about the pups when i saw Autumn's worried face. I walked behind them to the house. "Fine, i won't tell Ethan," Lucy whispered like she was hesitant to say that. I turned my gaze to Autumn when she smiled at her, then met my gaze. Her face dropped just like her soul ripped from her body.

Baby yelled My gaze doesn’t turn back to him. I am still bewildered. Not knowing where to look; my wandering gaze doesn't settle. The tears I was holding back rip their way through my eyes and before I knew it. I was surrendering myself to them. There is no way I will survive them, they are many of them and I’m just alone. I can’t possibly beat them at their own game. I have to surrender. "We have to be fast, Maya. Get on my back." Baby commanded

~Nona~ I’m running through a field. I feel like I’m trying to reach something or someone, but I don’t know what. I just know that I’m compelled to keep running. I see something in the distance, so I run fast to try to catch it. I can see a baby lying on the ground. The baby is smiling and movings its little legs and arms up and down. I reach out to the baby, but I can’t quite reach them. I keep running toward the baby, but it seems like the baby keeps getting further and further away.

“We run. Don’t let go of me. No matter what.” “But the guards need to be fully asleep before we go,” she said. “Elise…” “I can’t wait another minute,” I cut in. “Not knowing you’ll be dead tomorrow because of me.” Her eyes widened. “Elise…” “Three,” I said. “Two…” “Wait…” “One.” I pulled her with me. We ran. My stomach tightened around the baby, but I didn’t slow down. Behind us, voices exploded into chaos. “She’s escaped!” “Run after her!”

Carrying the baby in my arms, I pushed my grandmother to the side, and I ran out of the house, my feet moving with the urgency of escape that was fueled by the darkness that enveloped my soul. I could hear the voice of my grandmother calling my name in the background as I sprinted away. I heard her screams, a desperate call for other pack members to follow and prevent me from harming the innocent child in my arms. It was as if my baby could understand what I was about to do; his cries became louder, harmonising with the haunting melody of my anguish. The chilling thought of ending my baby's life echoed in my mind as I ran to a high mountain, my grip on the infant tightening with each step.