Xo Rybaby Novels & Stories

He ran directly into the old woman carrying the baby. “Watch where you’re going! You hurt my elbow. I demand compensation.” The child’s voice in my head turned louder and shriller. It sounded close to tears, yet joyful. “Daddy! It’s Daddy! Daddy, it’s me, Alex!” Nolan looked around in search of the source of the voice. His gaze was one of confusion. “Look down, Daddy! I’m the baby that old woman is carrying!” Nolan looked at the baby and was taken aback. He hurriedly said apologetically to the old woman, “I’ll take you for a check-up. Please wait for me outside.”

I tell her, holding Cole's hand tightly. She smiles and turns back to the screen, pointing to what I'm assuming are the anatomy parts. "You're having a baby boy, guys! Congratulations!" "A boy!? Really?" Cole's face lights up; he's always wanted a boy. "Yes really," Penny laughs, tears of joy filling her eyes as she looks at us. "Oh my god!! Yayy!" "I'm so happy right now!! I fucking love you so much, Scarlet!" I'm shocked at what he says, and even he realizes what slipped out. We haven't done the whole I love you thing yet...

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.

"Stella, Mary's struggling. I'll check on her. Stay home. The baby might come over later. Be ready." "Got it." Couldn't wait to deliver the kid, huh? He rushed out. The door shut. A message from Mary popped up. [Stella, you'll always lose to me. One call and he runs. You've lost your uterus and his love. Now you just play nanny and raise the baby.] I screenshotted it, printed it, and slid it into the nightstand. Jack came back fast, baby in his arms. Six months old. Cute, innocent. Then I saw it—Mary's face, stamped all over him. My chest twisted. I thought of my own baby.