"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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Greetings sweet people.... How are you?
This chapter is dedicated to shazameena (my honeybunch 🍯)
Please ignore the typo mistakes
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Hermione felt a heavy weight pressing against her chest, something—or someone—snuggling close, making her feel uncomfortably hot. Groaning in her sleep, she gently pushed the warmth aside and inhaled softly, savoring the refreshing morning dew fragrance that filled the air, unmistakably identifying the source: Ethan, her beloved son.
Ethan had insisted on using Hermione's body wash, even after she explained that it was meant for women. He was stubborn, and he was a master at getting what he wanted.
A smile spread across Hermione's face as she pulled her Bubba closer, feeling his warmth as he sighed contentedly against her.
Opening her eyes slightly, she glanced at the small clock on the bedside table. It read 4:00 AM, a typical time for Ethan, who was always in a deep slumber at this hour. She closed her eyes again, hoping to catch a little more sleep.
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A soft knock on Nedvar's bedroom door broke the silence, but when no response came after a few moments, she pushed the door open and stepped inside, only to find the room empty.
Since getting ready that morning, Hermione had been searching for Nedvar to inform him that Ethan had a fever. With determination, she headed toward his office and slammed the door open, only to find Nedvar sitting in his large chair behind the desk, accompanied by another man whose back was to her, busy on a phone call.
Nedvar's eyebrows raised as he took in Hermione's appearance: clad in a pink night hoodie that did little to cover her bare legs, her hair tied messily in a bun.
"Bubba has a fever, so I came to inform you that he won't be going to school," she said, her voice steady despite the nerves bubbling within her as Nedvar rose and approached her.
