Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 111: Mom's Group

The next morning, Ethan arrived at the Raynor Estate, ready to drop off Freya at school as usual. Eleanor, who

was finishing her tea, was surprised to see him.

"I thought you'd be busy with your training," she said as he entered.

"| was yesterday. It was an intense, all-day session," Ethan replied, placing his bag down. "But from now on, | can

manage my schedule a bit better. | want to make tfor Freya."

Eleanor gave him a small smile. "You don’t need to worry. | can handle school drop-offs."

"I'm not worried," he said gently. "I just love spending twith our daughter. She’s growing up so fast... | don’t

want to miss any of it."

Just then, Freya cskipping down the stairs, her hand held by her nanny.

"Daddy!" she shouted with glee and ran into his arms.

Ethan lifted her into a big hug, his heart overflowing. He had missed too many of her early milestones already,

and he knew that twith children was fleeting. Freya wasn’t like most kids. She had inherited the Raynor

clan’s bloodline and with it, a high learning capacity. Her mental development was well beyond her age. She was

already learning coding and could solve logic puzzles that would challenge sadults. Ethan worried that in a

few short years, she might not need him at all. That fear made every small moment precious.

"Let’s get going, princess," he said, strapping her into her seat in the car.

Eleanor got in beside Freya, and Ethan took the driver's seat. As the car began moving, Freya started talking

excitedly.

"Daddy, there's a competition at school next week!" she said, her voice bubbling with excitement.

"A competition?" Eleanor asked curiously.

"Yes! It’s a cooking competition!" Freya chirped. "Miss Cooper said we need to bring our parents. Each parent will

cook something, and the kids will help. It's a team effort!"

Eleanor’s eyes widened. "A cooking competition for school kids? That sounds risky. Fire, knives... what are they

thinking?"

Ethan chuckled. "It's probably more of a demonstration. They want to teach the children that household work is

important and that they should help out at home. Especially in families where the parents handle everything

themselves."

"| suppose that makes sense," Eleanor replied. "Still, it sounds chaotic."

"I'll do the cooking," Ethan said firmly. "You already have enough on your plate. Besides, | enjoy cooking. | used

to cook all the tbefore, and | can cook a lot of dishes."

"| can still help with something simple," Eleanor offered.

He shook his head gently. "No need. You focus on work. I'll handle this."

When they arrived at school, Miss Cooper cover with a welcoming smile. She seemed especially pleased to

see Ethan.

"Mr. Raynor! Good morning. Did Freya informed you about school competition?" she enthusiastically asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Good. Then I will to tell you more about the competition," she said.

Ethan nodded and listened attentively as she explained the plan. The event was scheduled for the upcoming

holiday. A kitchenware company had volunteered to sponsor the setup, bringing portable mini-kitchen stations

for each family. Parents just needed to bring their own ingredients.

A few other parents gathered around to hear more about the event. Miss Cooper smiled warmly.

"To coordinate everything, I'll create a Whatgroup for the class. It'll be for moms, mainly, since that’s

usually easier for planning these things."

Though sfathers, like Ethan, were present, the group would be mom-centered for convenience. Everyone

seemed to agree without issue.

Later that morning, Eleanor sat at her desk when her phone buzzed. She had been added to a group called

"Moms of Class 1A". Curiously, she opened theand found a flurry of messages waiting for her.

"Hi everyone!"

"This is Ava’s mom, looking forward to the cooking day!"

"I'm Klein's mom... can’t wait to meet all of you!"

Dozens of introductions flooded the chat. Eleanor scrolled through them and realized something surprising... all

the mothers knew one another already. They had met during orientation and during the daily school runs.

Because Freya started as a transferred mid-term student, she had missed orientation.

Taking Miss Cooper's suggestion, Eleanor saved the moms’ numbers using the names of their children for

reference.

She finally typed a message into the chat:

"Hi everyone, I'm Freya's mom. Nice to meet you all!"

Freya was popular among classmates. And since Ethan usually did the pick-ups and drop-offs, Eleanor had

remained a mystery to all.

The group exploded in response.

"Oh wow! We were wondering who Freya's mom was!"

"Your daughter is so smart and polite!"

"You're so lucky... your husband does the school runs!"

Eleanor blinked at the stream of

messages. It was both amusing and

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cliribbity among the mothers. A few

of them admitted they had been

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Only Miss Cooper had met Eleanor briefly, but even she admitted they hadn't talked much.

Soon, the group shifted focus.

"We should all have a get together after the competition."

"Yes! Let's plan something fun so we can get to know each other."

"Miss Cooper, could you arrange something like dinner or playground visit sometafter school?"

Miss Cooper responded positively

and suggested a casual get-together

a few days after the competition,

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Just then, Maya stepped into Eleanor’s office, holding a folder in her hands.

"Boss, we have a situation with our Indian companies," she said, her expression serious.

Eleanor quickly minimized the chat window and turned her attention back to work.

"Go ahead," she said, all business again.