Novel & Cerita Backseat Mommy

' Take the back seat, the front is mine ' ' Whatever ' I said , entering the back seat just let his mom ruin it ' ' So what do you expect me to do?' ' why don't she come with us ' ' What!! Are you crazy?.you know she will ruin the fun ' ' Please Richard, as long as he is happy, we can just ignore her ' I said . Okay , you can come with us. Richard entered the car . I was about to enter the car when she stopped me . ' Take the back seat, the front is mine '

Cristine sat in the backseat, next to little Tristan, who was fast asleep. The driver's seat was occupied by Tristan. It is dangerous to drive with a child in the front seat. Cristine adjusted the seatbelt to make the small guy more comfortable. It's essential. She cradled the small guy's head with the monochrome pillow. Cristine was thinking about her day as she looked at the sleeping face of the small kid. It was both entertaining and heartwarming. This is not something they will encounter every day.

They had all stepped down the car and were hugging her as if consoling her. Moses asked," mum, is dad dead?" "No, no! He's not." Amy said. Afterall, she had not even confirmed. The children rested themselves sadly around Amy, seeing her children sad even made more tears dropped from her face, she ruffled their hair and said," we need to leave here." She helped the children back inside and began to drive away. While heading to house A4, Moses suddenly shouted," mum! Mum, look through the front mirror." Although Amy was driving, she was lost in thought. She looked through the mirror and saw a couple of Hilux cars with scary looking men speeding after her as if trying to catch up with her.

_______ . . . ~ ~ ~ J A C K S O N ~ ~ ~ . The evening traffic was a bitch and we were crawling like slugs in the highway. "You need to get Mommy more presents, Daddy." Kelsey giggled in the back seat. "I am going to get her the best present in the world." I replied, with a crooked smile on my face as I watched my baby play in the booster seat. "What's that?" "Well," I bit my lips to control my smile but I couldn't. "Your Mommy has given me every happiness in the world. So it's time I gave it back to her."

I charged at her, but I was held by my mother. “Stop this!” She shouted as she ran to hold me from behind. I shook myself free from her grip and walked into the house, my heels clacking away noisily as I moved. My parents followed briskly behind me, and I found consolation in the fact that they were on my side. My mom came to sit beside me on the couch, where I lay down, crying. Holding my hands in hers, she said, “Sweetie, it's okay. I'm here for you. Stop crying. Let's go wash your face.”

Twelve Hours Earlier. The car engine sputtered to a stop in front of the Rowens’ house, a stately two-story with ivy crawling up the brick and hydrangeas too perfectly trimmed to be anything but curated. Jason had talked about it like it was normal. Suburban. Boring, even. He never mentioned her. “Here we are, bro,” he said, tossing the keys into his backpack like it was just another Tuesday. “Nice place,” I said, trying not to sound nervous. “Didn’t realize your family lived in a magazine spread.”

"Get off me!" I roared, throwing my full weight to the right and using the momentum to slam Arnold against the wall. He let out a sharp cry of pain and immediately let go. But Mom had already latched onto my backpack. She clawed frantically at the zipper, trying to rip it open to get the cash inside. "That's mine! I earned that!" I shouted, finally losing my grip on my composure. With every ounce of strength I possessed, I yanked the backpack downward. At the same time, I drove my knee hard into Mom's abdomen.

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

The truth is, deep down, I'd always wanted to fix things with my mom. The way she used to be when I was young—gentle, caring, loving—I'd held onto that memory for years. I kept hoping she'd love me like that again. So when my company wanted to transfer me out of state, I said no. I was afraid that if I left, with thousands of miles between us, my mom and I would lose whatever connection we had left. The reason I worked so hard and pushed myself to buy this house was that I knew Kaden and his father couldn't be trusted. Someday, my mom would see their true colors. When that day came, she could move in with me.

"yes ma'am. I hugged him. I am so happy that they agreed to come with me. The little one was already sleepy and I couldn't help but feel like a mother hen. Let's go home guys. The little guy snuggled into my chest and I a automatically wrapped my arms around him wrapping him into my jacket to keep him warm untill we got home. When we got to the car, they all hesitated to enter. What's wrong ? you guys okay? I asked The older girl answered,. "won't we dirty your car?. "Oh come on honey, don't stress yourself over it . it's just a car. You kids should get in it's cold out here. The elders got in the front and the girls in the back and the little guy was already asleep and he has a dead grip on