You Want A New Mommy? Roger That Novels & Stories

Rodger pov I don't think I can be able to stay in this palace any longer. It seems like my mom is trying to make me do things I don't want to do. And I don't know what is wrong with me. I don't know what I can do anymore to stop myself. If my mom should convince me one more time, I just might go sideways. I might go sideways in total. And I don't want to do that. I don't want to betray Alpha Orion. I don't want to go against him in any way.

Tightening my ponytail as I checked myself out in the long mirror before grabbing my phone and ear pods. Jogging towards the kitchen to fetch a bottle of water, I met my mom and Roger having breakfast acting all lovey-dovey. “Hey, honey!” Her mother greeted her with a warm smile. “Good morning, mom, good morning Roger, ” I greeted back while searching for a bottle of water. “You know, you can call me dad, right, ” Roger said with a reassuring smile. “I know, but it's just so foreign to me ever since, you know, ” she said, glancing at her mother who sent her an 'I'm sorry' look.

I saw that the oldest was standing in the balcony, you could see New York City and how beautiful it is at night from there. I walked up to him. "it's beautiful isn't it? "yeah it is". Why are you helping us? "Because I can't leave you guys all alone out there. Trust I've taken a liking in you kids and I want to adopt you guys if that's okay with you? " You want to adopt us? I didn't know the girls heard us talking. " yes I want to adopt you kids". "you are going to be our mommy? the younger female asked. "Yes if that's okay with you".

] "Bright and early tomorrow, we will try again; you will have your morning wood, you will get on board mommy, push it in, pull it out, again and again. Then we will kiss, you will tell me how much you love your mommy. Your big, hard cock will find that entrance to heaven inside of me. Finally, that oversized babymaker of yours will proceed to fill my womb yet again with all of your baby-making sperm. You will have planted all of your potent seed in a warm, moist garden, certain that something will grow from the fertile land you seeded. Sure enough, five or six weeks later, we will do a home test, showing that I am pregnant...with YOUR baby. Soon, my belly will swell. In seven or eight month

She couldn't understand why she still dreamt of that man. Looking into her son's clear eyes, she felt a sense of embarrassment: "Mommy is fine, just a little tired from the long flight." Todd DeRoss poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her: "Mommy, drinking some water will make you feel better." Immediately after, he brought out a soft pillow and placed it behind Haley's back: "This will be more comfortable." Haley's heart melted, and she kissed Todd on the face: "Todd, Mommy's biggest blessing is having you two precious ones."

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly.

“Of course, I will always be here for you.” “Oh, Mom!” Paris cried as she hugged Sierra. “We will always stay by your side, too. Even if you and Uncle Caleb have your babies, I still want to be your number 1 baby. Gabby can come last and he’s fine with it.” The girl looked at Gabby and smiled. “Right, Gabby?”

"Mom, I feel like I'm falling apart... What am I supposed to do..." My voice shook like I was about to cry. Three seconds later, her voice message popped up. "My poor daughter! I knew Bruce couldn't be trusted! Rich men are all the same!" Her voice sounded thick with fake tears. Seriously Oscar-worthy. I kept playing along. "Then what should I do? Divorce him?" She answered instantly. "Yes! You have to! The baby's still young. It's not too late!" I pushed a little further. "But I can't let Bruce go."

I then walked over to Roy, who was clad in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and a sleeveless shirt, rocking little Lennon back and forth. “Thank fuck you're here.” he groaned and I chuckled when Mitchell ran up to us. “The F word is banned in this house. How many times do I have to tell you to watch your language around the baby?” she half yelled. God. It must be the early motherhood. I swear, Mitchell was never like that.