Backseat Mommy Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was only one single seat left open behind the driver. ​And Vance was already sitting in it. ​He was leaning back, his long legs spread comfortably, watching me with absolute, predatory amusement. ​"Mom, there's literally no room back here," I said, my voice rising in panic. "The car is completely full." ​"Oh, stop complaining, Harper," my mom sighed from the driver's seat, starting the engine. "We're already running late. Just squeeze in. It's only a forty-minute drive." ​"I can't just squeeze in!" I argued, my heart hammering violently in my throat. "There's only one seat!"

Me, my younger sisters, Ivy and Maeve, my mom and my step-dad, Parker. Mom has loaded the car so full with supplies that there’s barely any space left to sit. I’m not even joking, it looks less like we’re going camping and more like we’re moving. We probably wouldn’t be needing all of the stuff she has in here, but she believes it’s better safe than sorry and refuses to take anything out of the car. Because of that, Ivy and Maeve are huddled together in the passenger seat while there’s just one seat left in the back.

Agatha squealed, scrambling into the backseat with zero grace. Adrian climbed in after her, eyes wide with excitement. “It smells like brownies!” “Can you be quiet for the whole ride, Agatha?” Veronica said firmly as she slid into the passenger seat beside me, smoothing her dress over her thighs. “But why, Mommy?” Agatha whined, already bouncing lightly in her booster seat. Veronica turned and gave her the look — that one silent, raised-eyebrow warning only mothers seem to master. Agatha immediately melted back into her seat with a dramatic sigh, lips poked out.

Gently, he lifted the body into the car. … On the other side, I had finally made it home—my real home, where my father was. I no longer had to grovel to Sean or face danger. Before I completely lost consciousness, the primal instinct for a mother to protect her child kept me going. After all the effort it took to escape the basement, I refused to give up. I had one last option. Stifling the pain, I begged the doctor to borrow a phone. Dizziness and agony fogged my mind as I clutched my belly and dialed the number I knew by heart.

I replied. Mom smiled up at me as her small fingers touched and grasped my cock. "That because of bad mom?" Mom had my cock out. I'm looking down at my naked mother in the back seat of her big SUV. She has her hand around my cock. I put my hand on her back and slid down till I could feel her ass. Mom has a nice ass. I don't wear briefs that much but her calling them underpants was funny. "Maybe. I didn't know if bad mom was gonna be back."

After instructing the housekeeper on how to run the house in my absence, the chauffeur turned on the ignition and zoomed off to the airport. Getting to the atmosphere, I was led to the first-class seat. I settled down with my baby on my lap. "I'm no longer a kid, Mum. You don't have to carry me all the time," Melinda complained and tried to get down from my lap. But then, I held her and kept her from leaving. "You are my…." "I totally agree with her," A familiar voice said from behind, cutting me off. Having been so accustomed to the voice, I could recognize it anywhere. I immediately lowered my head in respect.

He wanted to stop me, but he also knew better than to stand in the way of a mother protecting her pups. With a reluctant nod, he stepped aside, and I didn’t wait for another moment. I darted past him and into the night, my heart pounding in my chest. The wind whipped against my face and I shifted to my wolf after a very long time, not minding the pain. I ran into the night with my mind consumed by thoughts of my children. Scott couldn’t have them. He wouldn’t. I would tear apart anyone who dared to harm them. "Hold on," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Mummy is coming." And I ran faster, praying that I wasn’t already too late.

“Nothing Mum, I just got really bad leg cramps from the awkward way we were seated in the back during the drive. It's no big deal.” Cramps my foot. Mom nodded with that sympathetic look giving him a little pat on the shoulder. “Poor thing hurry up then so you can sit down inside.” She turned and started walking with us toward the doors. As we reached the cinema entrance Mom glanced back at us and said “I was unable to book our seats together.”

Chapter 36: The Mess Before The Beautiful. Sebastian’s POV The drive to Grandma’s house was unusually quiet. Normally, a car ride with the four of us would be filled with snarky jabs, off-key singing, and the occasional wrestling match in the backseat between Damian and Brandon. But not today. Today, Becky was pressed up against the window in the backseat, earbuds in, hoodie pulled over her head, acting like the world didn’t exist. And maybe to her, it didn’t.

She looked up at me, confused, suddenly interested in the conversation. “For a person to be a mommy, she must marry a daddy and then they have a beautiful baby. Like you, Hayley. Your mommy and daddy had you. But I’m only your nanny, the one who takes care of you. A mommy must be someone who the daddy loves a lot, so that they get married.”