Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 144: Party at Head Over Heels

The sky stretched wide and clear over Manchester that Sunday morning, painted in strokes of pale blue and whispers of early sunlight. Birds chirped above the trees that lined the quiet street of Albany Road in Chorlton, but they were no match for the symphony of laughter, chatter, and the unmistakable rustle of excitement coming from a crowd of small children and their mothers gathered just outside the gates of Head Over Heels.

Twenty-five eager children from Heaton Mersey Independent School, boys and girls aged between five to six, who stood in colourful clusters, some bouncing on the balls of their feet, others clutching their friends’ hands, and many eyeing the bright glass doors of the indoor play center with wide-eyed anticipation. Matching T-shirts in rainbow shades, each child’s name printed boldly on the back, made the group look like a living rainbow ready to spill joy into the world.

Mila Cooper, class teacher of this small group, counted her students and smiled in satisfaction when she found everyone had arrived.

"Alright, class. Do not fight with each other over something. If you have any dispute among yourselves, come to me. The whole playground is reserved for us until evening. You will have plenty of time to play in each section," she said.

"Yes, Miss Cooper!" all the children shouted at once.

The students’ mothers, all radiant with weekend ease and a spark of nostalgia, were no less enthusiastic. Some carried bags stuffed with snacks and water bottles; others had slung camera straps across their shoulders, ready to capture every grin and giggle. For weeks, they had planned this special day out... a full class outing dedicated to unfiltered fun. The goal was to give the children a magical experience, where their imaginations could run wild and every corner held a new adventure.

As the glass doors opened, a wave of cool, air-conditioned air rolled over the group, scented faintly with vanilla cupcakes, fresh coffee, and soft plastic. A bubbly staff member named Sophie greeted them at the entrance.

"Welcome, HMIS! We’ve been expecting you," she said cheerfully, handing out colourful wristbands. "You’ve got access to the full PlayZone, our dedicated Cloud Suite for lunch, and the Sky Terrace Café. Let’s make today unforgettable!"

The children didn’t need any more prompting. Klein Moretti, a playful boy with spiky brown hair, darted through the doors with a triumphant whoop.

"Klein, wait!" shouted Irene Winters, her long ponytail swishing as she bolted after him. Several others followed, giggling and whooping as they entered the play zone like a pack of miniature explorers. Freya walked in calmly behind the others while holding hands with her mother.

Inside, it was nothing short of a fantasy. The main play structure towered high... a tapestry of rope bridges, climbing nets, rainbow-coloured tunnels, padded steps, and twisty slides. Light panels shimmered on the walls, changing colours like mood rings. The air thrummed with the music of delighted children and the soft beat of background pop tunes.

"What!" whispered Chelsey Morgan, clinging to her mother’s hand. "It’s like a castle!"

"You mean a spaceship castle," corrected Damien Quinn, adjusting his glasses and scanning the area like a junior scientist.

The mothers were led to a comfortable seating area on the Sky Terrace. From there, they could sip cappuccinos while watching the organized chaos below. Floor-to-ceiling windows let sunlight pour in, and the cheerful chatter of their kids was music to their ears.

"Okay, shoes off, wristbands on, and play to your heart’s content!" announced Miss Cooper. "We’ll meet again for lunch at twelve-fifteen. Don’t forget to drink water!"

And then, like a floodgate had opened, the children surged forward. The foam floor trembled under the energetic stampede. Zachary Han and Jason Reed headed straight for the climbing wall.

"I bet I can get to the top faster!" shouted Zachary.

"No way, I’ve been practicing at home!" Jason retorted, grabbing onto the first hold.

Jane Austen and Tamara discovered a hidden tunnel lined with soft rainbow lights. They giggled as they crawled inside, their voices echoing.

base," whispered Tamara. "Let’s make

had taken over the pretend kitchen in the

chocolate sauce," Tim announced, placing a plastic plate in front of

of marshmallow meatballs!" Lucy replied with

ball cannon zone, Freddie Lambert and Jake Stewart launched foam balls

as he ducked

Freddie replied, spinning the cannon like

LED floor, an interactive game lit up, challenging kids to step on glowing tiles in

Simon Says, but with your feet!" Zara

green!"

comes first!" Bella corrected,

twisty rainbow slide curled like a candy cane. One by

waving at her mother from

just waved back. Seeing her mommy was watching, Freya

in. Some sipped cappuccinos; others munched

sit down and not worry about the mess," said Priya, Ravi’s

this every day," joked Charlotte, watching her son Jason somersault into

stories about school, laughed over parenting misadventures, and occasionally leaned over the

bouncy trampolines to the squishy climbing volcano, every corner of Head

ninja!" shouted Klein as he flipped onto

a robot ninja!"

the

the children were playing, two mothers came discreetly to Miss

said earlier that we won’t have to provide any money. If there is some problem, we can silently skip food to save the money. Here, food is too pricey," said

be that much. You don’t have to pay. Someone will provide your

I know who is paying our bill?"

not to publicize the matter, I can tell you two. But don’t tell others. It was Freya’s mother. She booked this place for the whole day with her own money and asked me that if anyone had a problem with

elegantly, wearing a purple business suit as if she came to an office,

in gossip or chat with other moms. Everybody greeted her at first because she was Freya’s mother, and Freya was popular among children. But her cold behaviour signalled to

figure seated a slight distance from others, they thought otherwise. Maybe it was because she was in another league, way above their level. That’s

spoken before. Even in the moms’ online group,

am Chelsey’s mother. Chelsey is a good friend of

nice to meet you,"

their hands. She had heard all the exchange