Good Enough/Crossroads Chapter 1
"i don't mean to tell you how to raise your son, but perhaps it's time you became his father, not his friend."
Deteriorating
Hunter simply stood, watching his son under the blazing sun.
Born This Way: Chapter 8
I didn't want to stop being her son. i loved her. she was my mother, we were so much alike and she had always been the solid foundation that had given me strength.
Burning Hearts, Chapter 1 -- A New City
Lagravis, looking over at his son, found his son's enthusiasm infectious as he found himself smiling despite being in mezeh many times before.
Good Enough/Crossroads Chapter 3
She leaned back, studying her husband and his son strangely. "i'm perfectly fine!" chance said with a forced smile that he was sure caused his face to twitch achingly. "and that smile's creepy," she added.
The Saga of Fidonhaal - Daughters of the East - Preview 4
Her eyes, the same color as her son's, were now closed forever as the soul behind them had departed to onuhaal two days ago.
Black-Winged Angels Chapter 20: A Family
"we are equal males, not father and son. you can speak your heart's content." "but, uh...xiciro, i, uh...don't know how to talk to a, uh...father-in-law. i mean...it's a human thing, right?
It’s Mine Forever
He looked at his son in the rear-view mirror and said, "we're here nate". he watched as his little basset hound pup started to bounce excitedly in his car seat.
Good Enough/Crossroads Chapter 20
She led her husband and son away and chance could feel his cheeks still pulled into a smile.
Puppeteer: Out of the Nest
Aeva giggled and felt through the fuzz of her son's head.
The Wastes- Chapter 5: Get yourself acquainted, son.
Here it is, Chapter 5! To all those who are following this story, I'm open to plot direction suggestions at this point, cause I'm starting to get a touch of ye' old writers block. If you have any ideas, go ahead and let me know in the...
Team Valiant Arc 7.5 Chapter 1: Sons
The more she looked at her son and her future son-in-law though, the more she started to crave that feeling of her own.