A Mothers Warmth Novels & Stories

“A child always knows where real warmth is, doesn’t he?” Vera leaned forward. “Yes… real nurture cannot be faked. It’s a bond. Cassandra has it naturally. Some others…” she let her gaze fall to me, slow and deliberate, “…never will.” A resident woman chimed in, her tone all politeness, but it was like a knife stabbing my chest: “Lady Cassandra is glowing tonight. Motherhood suits her. Truly.” I forced myself to sit tall, my nails biting into my palm under the tablecloth. I would not let them see me break. At last, my voice slipped out, calm but strained.

Her father, always have a calm face with his glasses neatly attached, and her mother, with a characteristic warm smile, waved at her. Thea ran to them, "Father! Mother!" she shouted happily. Her father stretched out his arms, met Thea in his arms, then lifted his little daughter's body and twirled, before hugged her. The little girl chuckled, happy in her father's arms. The mother stroked the girl's long hair. The arms of the father and mother's hand that caressed her were warm and comfortable. Thea smiled as she felt the warmth spread throughout her body. "Come on in," said her mother, "The night will be getting colder out here."

A large, inviting sofa was the focal point, a witness to countless cozy movie nights and shared laughter. My mother, forever youthful at the age of forty, was a vision of kindness and warmth. She possessed the same dazzling smile that I had inherited, always ready with compliments about my beauty and achievements and her eyes held a depth of love that made me feel cherished. Her long, straight hair gracefully framed her face, and her presence was a soothing balm to the soul.

Her mother searched for her through the crowd while she watched in amusement, she rushed down immediately, pushing through the crowds and to her mother who she hadn’t seen in a while. Barb Goodman, who had been searching for her daughter saw her approaching with open hands trying to initiate a hug. She opened her hands immediately and pulled her daughter into a warm embrace, Arlene pulled away a bit, and her mum patted her fluttering hair to the side and tucked them at the back of her ear. Barb took her daughters handbag and swung it on her shoulder while they walked towards the car.

She stroked his hair, a soothing motion that spoke of countless nights spent by his bedside, of comforting him through childhood fears and dreams. For Rajeev, the embrace was a sanctuary. He had always felt a part of him was missing, an emptiness that nothing else could fill. But now, in his mother’s arms, he felt whole. The scent of her, the softness of her touch, even the faint sound of her breath—all these familiar sensations wrapped around him like a warm, reassuring blanket.

Daniel came over and rubbed Audrey's shoulder. Audrey shook her head no. "I want to stay here with him. Right now Kenzie is fighting for his life, how can I rest when he is trying so hard? The child must also be very tired, but I am sure that Kenzie will not give up." Daniel gently squeezed Audrey's shoulder. He could feel the motherly love shown by Audrey. The woman even tried to look strong even though Daniel could see the fragile look in her eyes. A mother should be like this. A mother's sincere love will be very visible if something happens to her child.

I'M A CHILD again, cowering, shaking like a leaf as I step down the stairs and face my tormentors. "Oh, honey!" With a loud sob, she walks towards me and gathers me in an embrace. My confusion is out of the world as I stand still like a statue and have my mother break down in my arms. A mother's embrace is like the warmest of sheets on a gloomy, cold night acting like a shield that gives you the safety that nothing cruel could ever touch you but for me, she's that cruel thing.

I took in every single pore in my mother’s skin, her vanilla scent one I branded into the back of my head. There could be many women who could play the mother figure in your life but they would never replace the warmth your real mother brings. She brought such comfort. she brought such hope and peace. I felt myself drowning in her. Her touch on its own was healing. I found my broken soul rekindling up from her care. I closed my eyes and drowned in her. “Tha…” I swallowed, sandpaper down my throat. “Thank you….for coming.” I chucked the words up my dry throat. Tears filled my mother’s eyes, her finger trembling against my skin. She said nothing for the longest time, just dwelling in the bliss

I mean exhausted. “So, is it possible for me to sleep with you? I want to make sure that my baby is well, so that your baby, too, feels comfortable.” says my mother and I nod. I smile at her sweet words and I nod, making room for her on the bed. “I'll take a quick shower; I'll be right back.” I say and my mother nods. “I'll get some warm milk, that always relaxed you even if you had a very heavy day. “That happened years ago.” I say taking the towel.

“Without a woman in it.” Damien blinked and halted his fork halfway to his mouth. “Mother,” he started, “please don’t, aren’t you a woman? What do you mean by that?” “Oh, don’t give me that look,” she interrupted softly. “I’m just stating a fact. A house turns up like a desert when it lacks warmth.” His father smiled faintly and drank a little of his drink. “Your mother is right. You are not getting any yang, don’t you feel you should? Or maybe, just maybe reconcile…..”