Jason Momoa and Lisa Bonet’s Son Made a Rare Appearance and People Spot the Same Thing

Lisa Bonet and Jason Momoa’s son, Nakoa-Wolf, stole the spotlight in a new video shared by his famous dad. The 15-year-old joined his father for a fun day out on the water, and fans are convinced he is the carbon copy of one of his parents.

In the video, Momoa discusses some of the perks of the soap he’s using, while his son stands in the background. Without warning, Momoa pushes Nakoa-Wolf into the water, continuing to discuss the brand Humble as if nothing had happened. The video then shows the two laughing together and struggling to push each other into the water, with Nakoa-Wolf trying his hardest to get even with his dad to no avail.

The video racked up thousands of likes and comments, including a sweet message from Lenny Kravitz, Momoa’s close friend and Lisa Bonet’s ex-husband. “What up fam,” he commented, adding a heart and a fist emoji.

Many fans pointed out the same thing in the video — how Nakoa looks just like his mom. “He looks like his moma,” commented one. “Yes he does. First thing I noticed. Her whole face, just lighter and more masculine,” another agreed.

Momoa shares two kids with Lisa Bonet: Nakoa-Wolf, 15, and Lola, 17. Momoa and Bonet concluded their divorce in July 2024, with both agreeing on joint custody of their kids. The couple was married for over seven years and had been together for 12 years.

I Received a Fake Family Engagement Ring Because My Future Mother-in-Law Said I ‘Don’t Deserve’ the Real One

Belle anticipated receiving a treasured family heirloom, but on Laura’s birthday, a jewelry appraisal unearthed truths that reshaped their family dynamics. The revelation of the fake ring sparked a confrontation that transformed everything.

The dining room was alive with laughter and the clinking of glasses as David and I announced our engagement. My heart brimmed with joy as I scanned the table, eager to see his family’s reactions. David squeezed my hand under the table, his smile broad and reassuring.

Laura, David’s mother, sat at the head of the table. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and her expression was hard to read. Raising her glass, she said, “To David and Belle, may your future be as bright as tonight.”

I thanked her, feeling a wave of gratitude. “Laura, I’m so grateful you gave David your family ring. It means a lot to me.”

Her response was immediate, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “Oh, Belle, you’re so naive! You thought I’d give you our real family ring? No, dear, this one is fake. I keep the real one in a safe.”

Her words stung, but I masked my hurt with a polite nod, even as my mind reeled. This was not the reaction I had hoped for.

The rest of the dinner passed in a blur. Laura’s words echoed in my ears, each syllable a sharp sting. I forced a smile, trying to engage in the light-hearted chatter around the table, but my thoughts were elsewhere.

David, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me, continued to laugh and share stories with his siblings. I felt isolated, a stranger in what was supposed to become my new family. How could Laura think so little of me? I wondered if David knew about the fake ring. My heart sank at the thought.

After dinner, as we helped clear the table, I pulled David aside. “Did you know the ring was fake?” I whispered.

He looked puzzled. “What are you talking about? Mom said it’s been in our family for generations.”

The realization that Laura had deceived us both made my stomach turn. I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I nodded and let the conversation die. But inside, I felt betrayed. Not just by the fake ring, but by the lack of respect Laura showed me. It wasn’t about the ring—it was about what it represented.

That night, as David slept, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. The fake glitter of the engagement ring mocked me from the bedside table. Laura’s words, “You don’t deserve it,” haunted me. I knew I had to do something. Not for revenge, but to stand up for myself and show that I deserved respect.

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