Whose Baby Is It Characters Novels & Stories

The baby stared at Lyra. Silver eyes. Black hair. The crescent mark on his forehead. Lyra could not move. Every instinct inside her screamed that she knew him. Yet another part of her mind insisted that he could not possibly exist. Aiden slowly approached. Mother... Lyra looked at him. That's him. Who? The baby smiled. Aiden's face changed. The first child. Lyra nodded. But Elyon stepped forward. No. Everyone looked at him.

Charlotte ran into the room but stopped when she saw Priya. “Who’s that?” she whispered loudly to Seraphine. “That’s Priya. She’s staying here too because she has a baby in her tummy that needs the doctors to watch carefully. Just like James.” “Oh.” Charlotte processed this, then waved at Priya. “Hi! I’m Charlotte! My mama has a baby in her tummy too! His name is James and he’s being difficult.” Priya laughed. “Nice to meet you, Charlotte. My baby is being difficult too.”

His red eyes are eyeing them with excitement and lust for their flesh. Mommy. There is an adult in the place. It must have been taking care of the creature who doesn't get bothered with the multitude of dead body beside him. Or the mother must be the bigger mastermind behind the lost kids. Everyone roamed their vision on every corner of the room to see who the baby is addressing. “Who are you calling mommy?” Alpha Lachlan is confused. Besides them, and the bodies of the baby's victims, no one is there. The baby frowned. Alpha Lachlan did not receive his answer.

I'd probably never see the baby after the day of birth. A hint of sadness came flooding into me. It was going to be harder than I had ever imagined. How would I be able to give up the baby so easily now? When I looked over at Dax, he seemed in awe of the image. I was surprised that he seemed fascinated. I knew that he never had intentions of being a parent. This child was only an heir to him. I hoped that over time he would want to be a parent. My heart would hurt if he didn't change his mind.

A small noise was coming from the tiny swath of cloth that was nestled in Zach’s arms, he pulled back the blanket, exposing a tiny face that was staring up at him adoringly. “She looks just like you” he murmured, stroking her cheek with a finger. His eyes met mine and he smiled. “Congratulations daddy.” He stated, handing me the small bundle. I gazed down in awe and wonder, the bright blue eyes of the baby meeting mine. Smiling, I pushed her little hat back, and sure enough her fiery orange hair was a dead giveaway as to whose child she was. My little girl, a daughter, I had a daughter. I snuggled her close and kissed the top of her head and she made several garbled sounds. I took a deep inh

Below it, five stick figures: one tall with dark hair (Ronan), one with a bump (me), one small with a ponytail (Isobel), one even smaller (the baby), and one that appeared to be a circle with legs. "Who's this?" I asked, pointing at the circle. "Jupiter." She looked at me like I'd asked something deeply foolish. "The baby's moon. I told you about Jupiter's moons. This is the baby's special moon." I knelt carefully, my bump making the motion awkward, and pulled her into a hug. "It's the most beautiful Valentine I've ever received. I'm going to frame it and hang it where I can see it every day." She patted my back with small, solemn hands. "You're crying again."

She just pointing at the pregnancy strip that I was still holding said, " You are pregnant sis" So guys I am super excited today. The character favour was named after my younger sister and she just gave birth today 💃💃💃💃💃💃💃 am really happy. Guys please bear with me this chapter would be short I just need to arrange somethings for her and the baby

"But did you tell him whose baby it is?" "Yeah. I told him it's his." My mother's smile falters. The delight vanishes from her eyes, replaced by a deep, doubtful frown. She steps back, squinting at me. "Charles?" My eyes go big. "No, Mom. Alex." The confusion on her face turns into a hard, rigid mask. "I thought we were talking about Charles Harrington." "Charles?" I let out a breathless, half panicked laugh. "No, Mom. It's Alex. I just called Alex. I told him the baby is his, and he’s already on his way back to New York right now. He’s . . . he’s absolutely excited."

Several of the females crowd around us, as glued to his each movement as I am. “The baby is not two natured so only one father, and it’s a wolf. I’m certain. Kind of getting a vibe like…” His eyes snap open so fast I nearly jump, but he’s still holding my hand. “Did you get knocked up by Tyson? I thought he had a fairy mate,” he questions. I let out a hard breath, and my knees get weak. Tate!! It’s Tate’s baby!!! “Ohh! Tyson! What I wouldn’t give for him to knock me up,” Diana beams, licking her lips.

he said, extending his arms. Olivia handed the baby over carefully, watching as Charles adjusted the tiny bundle in his arms. The baby stirred slightly, letting out a soft coo that brought a faint smile to Charles’s face. “It’s a boy,” Olivia said suddenly, her tone soft with wonder. “We have a baby boy.” Charles didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stared at the baby, his expression unreadable. His fingers brushed lightly over the baby’s tiny hand, which instinctively curled around his finger. There was something about the child—a familiarity he couldn’t quite place.