Switched At Birth Emmett And Bay Novels & Stories

So, I pondered it for a while. The switch had to have happened right after the cesarean procedures. That was because the postpartum recovery and retreat center allocated separate rooms for both Daisy and me, and it would have been harder for her to switch the babies then. I calmed myself down and wiped off the last trace of hatred on my face. Then, I smiled at Daisy and said, "Daisy, we're a family, after all. The child in your belly is Jerome's baby brother. And since you're willing to risk your life to bring him into the world, it's a given that we treat both you and him like royalty!"

"B-Babe" A croaked whisper escaped his mouth as he approached her on shaky legs. Turning off the shower, Matteo crouched on the floor and quickly unbuttoned his suit. Picking her from the ground, he covered her properly before brushing off the wet strands of hair gently that were covering her sad visage. "Emmaline. It's me Matt, your friend, sweetheart." He called her hopefully, trying to bring her back but Emmaline was lost in the abyss. Neither she resisted him when he scooped her into his arms nor uttered a word when he said comforting words in her ear.

“You got big.” “I'm TWO!” James held up three fingers. “That's three fingers,” Sophia laughed. “We are still working on counting.” “Two!” James tried again, managing to hold up one finger this time. “Close enough,” Killian said solemnly. “Two is very important.” “Ant Yemmy!” James twisted in Killian's arms to stare at me with frank curiosity. “That's right,” I said, stepping closer. “I'm Aunt Emmy.” He studied me for a long moment, then reached out to pat my face with sticky toddler hands. “Pretty.”

Emma let out a bitter laugh, “You think you can just show up after all these years and fix everything with an apology? That’s not how it works.” Her mother’s eyes filled with tears, “We’ve regretted what we did every day. We didn’t know how to reach you, but we’re here now because we want to be part of your life again.” “Part of my life?” Emma’s voice cracked, “You literally sold me to Jeff to pay off your debts. You gave me away like I was nothing more than a bargaining chip. And now you want to waltz back in and play happy family?” “Emma,” I interjected, trying to soothe the situation, “I didn’t invite them to hurt you. They reached out to me because they wanted a chance to talk to you.”

Bianca shot me a smug look as she eagerly helped Howard with his shoes while Mom bustled into the kitchen, claiming she wanted to help around the house. Howard said, "Daniella, Mom told me everything. You and Bianca giving birth on the same day was fate, and at least the baby wasn't switched with a complete stranger's child—that's something to be thankful for." "Since you've been caring for Zachary's condition from the start, you know his needs best," he continued. "Take time off work tomorrow and go to the hospital. "He's only five... There's no need to hold grudges, especially since you were the one who mixed up the babies in the first place."

He then slowly opened the chat and played the video. Ten minutes remained before the DNA test results were ready. In the meantime, we huddled together, our eyes fixed on the footage. The footage showed Tabitha, the maternity nurse, swapping two newborns when no one was around. However, before anything could come of it, the young Shane unknowingly swapped us back. After that, Shane handed the other baby to a nurse. During her rounds, the nurse noticed that a child was missing from Ward 403 of the hospital. Following protocol, she returned the infant to its rightful place.

“Baby Emmet… yes. I like it.” Then she turns and shouts. “DRAKE! COME MEET YOUR SON!” The door bursts open like we just said there was free beer. Dad stumbles in, eyes wide and already glassy. He walks over slowly, reverently, like approaching some tiny god. Mum hands Emmet over and Dad gasps softly—like the wind just got knocked out of him. “This is baby Emmet,” Mum says proudly. “Baylee named him because she delivered him.”

she sobbed, shoving Mia forward. The girl began crying hysterically, her hair a matted mess and her nails filled with grime. "Mommy!" Mia called out. It seemed she’d learned to beg, calling me "Mommy" as if her life depended on it. It was clear no one had bathed her in a long time. I stared at Marissa and Mia. They looked nothing like the clean-cut and well-to-do people they were before. Meanwhile, Finn clung tighter to me, his small arms wrapping protectively around my neck. He pressed his cheek firmly against mine. "You’re my mommy, not hers."

She had been observing Jordan since. The night of the incident when Emerald had been transferred to the hospital they were currently at, the same one Maggie had birthed baby Emmett, the mother had broken down completely on seeing the condition of her daughter, even going as far as fainting at the gory sight of Jordan covered in grime and blood that she hadn't been certain if it was his or her daughter's.

His voice saddened “ No…you are a great father with a ungrateful daughter. Which daughter hurts her father until he is at the brink of death? Which sister gets jealous of her younger sister and plots to kill her? she is nothing more than a psycho” Every word I said was nothing but true. I felt dad relaxing at my words which felt extremely good “ a good daughter also relax her father right Enola” I could not stop myself from smiling. Finally I know how love of father feels like “ By the way dad. no one knows about this other than John and Grace” “grace?” he questioned “ Grace is the girl who switched souls with Bella” “ how does this switching thing works?” he asked “well it goes like…..”