Taking His Son To Back Her Up Novels & Stories

I already felt bad enough that she was taking care of her son by herself, but the fact that her fiance wouldn’t even share a hotel room with her made me feel even worse for her. “Layla, whatever happens, you’re not alone,” I said gently, reaching out to brush a little stray hair out of her son’s eyes. The little sweetheart grinned up at me, cooing, completely oblivious to the strife going on around him. But that only made me lower my voice even further as the next most pressing question popped into my head. “Do you have a backup plan if Cade turns out to be less than supportive?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder.

“And don't worry about her, Mr. Johnson! I have already gotten her checked for first aid, and have also talked my personal doctor to come for a check up at our place. I think I'll get going now, I have to go pick up my son Adrin, from the preschool, too. And in any case, I can't leave her unattended in this hospital in the middle of so many people in my absence. I don't trust anyone–” “Mr. Huston! Are you for real?” “Umm excuse me, Mr. Johnson? What are you trying to say? Are you, by any chance, trying to imply that I am not capable enough to take care of my fianceé and don't know what is best for my family?” His eyes flash with anger and there is a certain edge to his words that I've never

She looked pitiable and pleading. The man looked at his son for a moment, calming him down. "It's okay, Leon. Mom and Dad are with you. You don't have to be afraid." "Yes, Leon. We are with you." The woman supported her husband's words while rubbing her son's face lightly, looking exactly like a proper mother, not a woman who deliberately pushed my son violently. "But, Dad. I saw several cell phone cameras pointed at us, not just at Auntie and her annoying son." Leon remained adamant.

Once you have him, you take that car and drive as far away as you can. I feel a wave of panic wash over me. ‘But… what if they catch me?’ ‘They won’t,’ she promises. ‘I’ll make sure no one’s watching. You can do this, Stacy. You have to do this.’ I heave a sigh of dread, 'But he won't stop looking for his son, that I'm sure of,' 'Leave that to me and do as I tell you if you want to live with your son again. Jason is my Alpha and I respect him, but he has no right to keep you from your son.'

“I don’t see another option.” “It’s a trap. He’s going to take the money and kill you anyway.” “Maybe. But if there’s a chance it saves you and the kids, I’ll take it.” “And if you die? What happens to us then?” “You’ll survive. You always do.” “Not without you. Not anymore.” He pulled her close. “I have to try. I have to do something.” “Then let me come with you. As backup.” “No. If this goes wrong, the kids need at least one parent.”

“He’ll have questions.” “I’ll help him find the answers.” That was the moment she truly softened the moment she saw that I wasn’t just some billionaire with a dangerous last name. I was the man holding her son together. “Take care of him,” she said, voice thick. “I have been,” I said. “I always will.” A soft noise came from the hallway, a shaky breath. Adrian. His mother’s eyes flicked toward the sound, grief crossing her face. “You should go to him,” she whispered. “He needs you right now more than he needs me.”

She was trying to lift him, her arms shaking, tears streaming down her face. "Get away from him!" she yelled at the nurse who stepped forward. I moved fast. I wrapped one arm around her waist from behind and pulled her back against my chest. With my free hand I gently but firmly disconnected the main lines, careful not to yank. The monitors alarmed instantly. "No!" She twisted in my grip. "He's not ready! Put him back!" "He's coming with us." I kept my voice low, steady. "Dante is almost here. If he gets his hands on the boy, he'll use him to drag you back. I won't let that happen. This is my son too."

George noticed that his son had turned serious again. “Do you really think this is a good idea?” he asked with a concerned expression. “No, I don't. I think going back there is absurd, but I need to support my future wife. I want her to be well, and if being well means going there, then I'll support her, regardless of what I think.” “You're right. But don't worry so much. Betty can't do anything to her anymore.” “Do you really believe that? Some people hurt others simply by existing, Dad,” he corrected him.

She had no one by her side, except this strange man who certainly had for her, evil purpose. More tears rolled down her cheeks. She had to be strong, if not for her, at least for her son. For Arlo. ____ ____ Ikrus tossed her roughly to the bed. She reached out for Arlo but he held onto the crying child. Fear rushed through her lungs immediately. Would he not give him to her? Was he going to take her son away? “My son—” “You will not do that again!” His voice boomed and she stilled in fear until she gulped, her outreached hands trembling. “Please, my son—”

His eyes were dark, almost ominous. ‘Planning to sneak out?’ She took a deep breath, then tossed her head defiantly. ‘I’m taking my son for a walk.’ ‘You need to get ready for the gala.’ ‘It will just have to wait.’ He stared at her, then set his jaw. ‘Fine. Then I’ll come with you.’ ‘Come with me?’ she repeated incredulously. He moved toward her quick as a flash, scooping Robby from her arms. ‘Hey!’ she cried.