Taking His Son To Back Her Up Novels & Stories

"Okay then if you are so sure then why not permit me to go see her wherever she may be and then I would bring you news. Madi knew that at the moment arguing with his son was a waste of time as he would pester till he got his way. "I give in, just make sure to go with the beat guards to protect you"

The only reason they were recommending Greg Jefferson before was because Ian had been arrested, but now that Ian was here, Quincy was going all out to support her son. Even if she had been so sweet with Greg before, she was much more at ease having her son take over.

"He said no cops, come alone. What part of come alone don't you understand?" "I'm not going to let you run off half-cocked in the middle of the night and meet some immoral asshole at a cemetery. I'm coming with you," he grabbed her arm and escorted her the rest of the way up the stairs, "no ifs, ands or buts. Got it?" He stopped off at the kitchen and grabbed his backpack from the back of a chair. "I don't like it, Dillon. What if he won't give my son back, just takes the document and leaves? I have to do this myself." She stood tall before him, her fisted hands on her hips; her eyes empty, desperate, and worried.

Maybe she'd have fallen off freely if she hadn't pulled her back. "Why do you care so much about me? Shouldn't you be in support of your son? Isn't that what all mother's do? They support their children even if they're wrong? besides, this isn't your grandchild so you shouldn't be worried,. Just let me put an end to this shame already!!" She turned but Mrs Townsend held her back.

I replied "But, trust me, I can take care of my son on my own. You don't need to be there." "Too bad, I will be there because I made a promise to him and I don't intend to break it so like it or not, I am coming and besides, how are you going to take care of him on your own when you clearly need to be taken care of too. Not to forget you got stabbed too and once those painkillers worn off. You are going to be in a bitch of a pain." he winked "So, let me be the one to take care of you and our son."

He clenched his fists, his face flushed with anger. Mr. Frank, witnessing his son's distress, walked over to him and placed a reassuring hand on Taylor's shoulder. "I know, son. I never thought she would do something like this either. But we'll get through this together. We're a family, and we're strong. We'll find a way to overcome this."

“You’re my husband, I want you, and our child safe and well. I’ll go with you and be your support. My heart won’t be still knowing you’re in close contact with that cruel woman. I want to fight for my son.” Tagon took a lingering glance at me, turned towards the door and paused in movement. “So get dressed as a warrior.” Smile.

“Maybe you have a point. I have to face him. My father deserves someone who’ll fight for what’s his, and I won’t let him down.” Michael places a reassuring hand on my shoulder, his gaze steady. “You’re not facing him alone. If you need backup, I’ll be there with you.” I glance at him, touched by his unwavering support. “You’d really come with me?” He nods, a slight smile on his face. “Of course. This is your family, Angela. You’re not alone in this fight.” For the first time, I feel like I have someone truly in my corner, and it’s a strange but comforting feeling. Nobody in my life has ever cared like this. Not except Dad, but he has to focus on himself.

He had been her unwavering support through the chaos of her life, and now, more than ever, she needed him. “Are you okay?” Alexander asked, concern etched on his face. “I’m not okay! Julian’s threats have become real. He’s trying to take my son from me!” Her voice broke, and she leaned against the wall, trembling. “We’ll figure this out,” he assured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go talk to Julian. We need to confront him about this.” Sophia nodded, knowing that confronting Julian was a risk but feeling an overwhelming need to protect her son. They drove to Julian’s apartment in silence, her mind racing with thoughts of what could have happened if the preschool hadn’t

"We'll get our son back, honey. I promise you that." I clung to him like my life depended on it. I needed to tap from his strength so badly because I didn't think I had the courage to go any further in this drama. Kidnapping my son was the last straw anybody could play on me. I tightened my grip on him, he had this aura of strength around him always and I wanted to tap from it at the very moment. We remained unmoving and in each other's arms for a long time and it was only when Janet made a little sound from behind that we pulled back and I went to check if she was okay before coming back