Part I: Labor: Sons and Daughters of Olek

By Ana Kay

The offer was simple - one baby, one million dollars.

 

For an eccentric gentleman renowned and disgraced, a bargain in his will may be the last opportunity.

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Whether for prestige, money, or want of children, the twelve women who accepted had no idea where their desperation would lead. Because these children are more science than nature. What can a parent do when their baby has superpowers?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Creative Mischief Publishing, LLC
• Release date: May 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781734765106

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Sons and Daughters of Olek

A tale in three parts by

Ana Kay

Part I: Labor

Copyright

This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used fictitiously. All other characters, and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.

SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF OLEK – PART I: LABOR. Copyright © 2020 by Ana Kay.

Sons and Daughters of Olek. Copyright © 2018 by Ana Kay.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the publisher. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Prologue

Alex

Eve

Ollie

Benjamin

Nikki

Ruth

Jennifer

Cory

Julie & Thomas

Jonathan

Jessica

Toni

Author’s Note

PART II Excerpt

Acknowledgments

To Virginia and Amanda, my Pink Bubble sisters. To Justine, for always taking the hobbits to Isengard with me. And to Hayley and Arianne, whose creative suggestion and support pushed this project forward. Thank you ladies, for all your help. Your insight and experience are invaluable.

Prologue

THE WILL WAS ODD; Walter Olek Olekson was an odd man. He wrote it himself, very carefully. He named names and left detailed instructions. For his property, his possessions, his funds; most of all, his research. There were secret notes for his colleagues; the few he had left. And for those who accepted, there was money. One million dollars for each woman who bore him a child. His legacy.

The devil was in the fine print.

Alex

MY BABY WAS THE SWEETEST GIRL, like I always wanted. Waiting to meet her was the hardest part. My coworkers at the grocery store gossiped about my big belly, but I didn’t care. I had waited so long and I was so happy.

The ad in the paper was so small I almost missed it, and vague. A lawyer explained it all to me, but the important part – the really, truly, most important part – was that I would finally have a baby. They promised. And it was easier than I thought. A doctor put a needle in me and, just like that, Alex was made.

I could feel her growing inside me, waiting to meet me too. This perfect little baby that was all mine. One person that was only for me.

I wondered what she would look like. Would she have my lips, my nose, my hair? Or would she look more like the man whose stuff was put into me? The obituary picture was only gray, an old-person portrait. He looked goofy. I hoped my baby wouldn’t look too much like him. I read something about watermelon and strawberries, that if you ate them your baby would be a beautiful little girl. So I ate a lot. Every time I took a break at work, I would sneak a container of watermelon cubes or a handful of strawberries. They made me sticky, but they were so sweet like my little girl would be.

The women at work complained about pregnancy. They told me I would swell up and everything would hurt and I would piss myself. I told them my precious baby wouldn’t do that to me. They complained about having babies. They told me I would tear wide open and nothing would ever go back in place and I’d have to wear diapers. I told them that’s not how babies come out. I rubbed my belly and asked, You wouldn’t hurt me, would you, baby? The women walked away and stopped talking to me, even about work stuff.

Julie said I was stupid. She said