Tuvimos Un Hijo Novels & Stories

"I don't trust anyone with affiliations with Luna. Even my own child. I avoid him because of his relationship with his mother." His words echoed painfully in my head. "She's not—she's—" I couldn't form the words. He thought I was working with Luna. He thought I was part of whatever she'd done to him. "She's not my family either. She—" "She took you in and raised you. You were going to marry her son." Each word was like a nail in a coffin. "That's enough affiliation for me." "You can't just decide that!" My voice broke, and I hated that tears were streaming down my face. "Last night you said I was yours. You said—"

Alice cleared her throat, trying to control her own lust “The surprise is about something we talked about trying… And, well, the kids were asking a lot too…” “Are you pregnant?” he panted, his kisses finally stopping, as his eyes fell widened “Already? I mean, I know we talked about trying again, after my new fertility tests came back so encouraging, but… Fuck…” he exhaled, his hand sliding down to her bare stomach, with an emotional smile forming on his face "Another baby! I thought we would only be blessed with this miracle once after Millicent, but… This is amazing.” Massimo laughed, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug “Congratulations, love. I hope this time, boy or girl, them ca

With tender assurance, I explained that my choice was a manifestation of self-discovery and a commitment to our shared journey. Amidst the exchange of words, I shared the most intimate detail—the sex of our child. Russo's elation mirrored the joy radiating from me. In that moment, surrounded by echoes of our past and promises of the future, Russo seized the opportunity to solidify our bond. The intertwining threads of our lives, woven with care and intention, marked the beginning of a new chapter—a chapter filled with the anticipation of parenthood and the shared joy of creating a life together.

With Aeson! I sank back down onto the edge of the tub, clutching the test in suddenly boneless fingers. Pregnant. I was pregnant with Theo's child—our child—conceived perhaps during those peaceful days at the cottage before the explosion, or maybe after, during those first nights after he'd awakened from his coma, when we'd clung to each other with desperate need, reaffirming our bond in the most primal way.

“It happened before we were married.” Her smile faded. “Go on.” “It was with someone I used to date.” Clara’s shoulders stiffened. “Is she back?” “No.” “Then what?” He swallowed. “There was a child.” The words landed softly. Too softly. Clara blinked. “I don’t understand.” Michael forced himself to say it clearly. “I have a son.” The room went silent. The clock on the wall ticked loudly. Clara stared at him. “You’re joking.” “I’m not.”

It seemed like everything had changed overnight, but the reality was that it had all been building for a while—our bond, our love, and now, this new chapter that was about to unfold. As I sat on the plush armchair in our bedroom, the soft glow of the morning light spilling through the curtains, I couldn’t help but place my hand over my still-flat stomach. A child. My thoughts raced, my heart filled with a mixture of excitement and fear. Luca and I had always known that we were meant to be together, but now, we were about to share something even deeper. Our child.

Sebastian "We are having a baby," I announced and put my arm around Delilah's shoulder. Her dad nearly spat out his drink and then grinned. "Oh, amazing, congratulations!" he chirped. He came closer and hugged us both. Delilah blushed. "Thanks, dad. We are very excited." I smiled too. Seeing how happy the news made her father made me feel good. I felt Delilah's hand on mine. I looked at her glowing face, and my heart twitched. I was about to have a child with this beautiful woman.

He chuckled at my reaction but I wasn’t fazed by that right now. “Yes, it is.” “I told her!” I said, jumping happily at the fact that I was right about the baby’s gender, and Alice was wrong. “And a boy too. She gave birth to twins, Mr. Judah.” I couldn’t contain my happiness when the doctor told me that my wife had given birth to twins. So, I didn’t just have my daughter, I also have my son. Oh, sweet lord. I am so grateful for this.

We spent another twenty minutes getting hot and steamy in the car before we finally returned home. It was late in the evening, I’d had a scan earlier today and we were now video calling Mom and them to let them know the gender. I had just put Tatum to bed and we were in bed. We had already known the gender thanks to Dante, but it just didn’t feel right to tell anyone until we had confirmed and it was no surprise to find out he was indeed right.

My heart ached at the ultimatum he presented, the prospect of losing the family ties that had once meant so much to me. But I couldn't let his words break my resolve. I took a deep breath, my voice steady as I faced him. "Father, there's something you need to know. Something that might change your perspective." He regarded me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "What is it, Ariana?" I hesitated for a moment, my gaze shifting towards Lucas before returning to my father. "I have a child, Father. A child who is now five years old." His eyes widened in shock, his features frozen in disbelief. "A child? How can this be?"