Backseat Mommy Novels & Stories

Jennifer's POV The journey to the church seemed so far. Lucy was at the wheel. My mother, ever dramatic but always sweet, sat beside me, clutching her handbag like a life preserver. Happy and Peculiar were in the backseat, whispering to each other like conspirators planning some mischievous prank, and I tried to focus on their chatter to keep my mind off the dread creeping up my spine.

“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.”

In the spacious backseat, the atmosphere was intentionally, aggressively light. Leela and Ginny sat on either side of the massive, rear-facing baby seat strapped securely in the middle. Little Iggy was currently wide awake, his dark eyes blinking up at the ceiling of the car as he happily sucked on a pacifier, completely oblivious to his mother's lingering exhaustion. Ginny sat with her head resting against the tinted glass, watching the dense mountain forest give way to the paved roads of the lower valley. She was still pale, and she was still tired, but as the miles rolled by, a quiet sense of relief began to settle over her.

My mother was Cassandra Williams, the president of a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate. She was the most admired woman in all of Harville. She was crying hysterically. Tears poured out of her like a broken dam. When she reached out her hand toward me, it was trembling uncontrollably. “Isabel, come to me!” The person to my right was my father, Robb Payton. He was, by all accounts, a scum who had just been released from prison on parole for assault.

“Yeah. But I can’t drive crazy with you in the car.” Her little face pouts instantly. “Well, I wanna go fast.” “Maybe another time,” I tease. Maya comes back carrying the car seat and immediately starts getting it secured in the back. I move out the way while she straps Gabby in carefully. Then I grab the bags and toss them in the trunk before getting behind the wheel.

However, I recalled her chatting and laughing with Tracey in the back seat while munching on a bag of chips. Ben rolled down the car window, his voice tender. “Just take the back seat, Kaycee. There’s more room back there anyway. You can kick back and relax.” Without a word, I withdrew my arm and opened the door to the back seat. It was cramped in the back. Cory, Tracey, and I were squeezed in the back row. Tracey edged forward, wrapping her arms around Mikayla, while Cory kept reaching to hand her tissues. Shoved into the corner by the window, I was basically stuck against the frigid car door.

Alea whined as if she didn't want to be separated from her mother. Audrey knelt, aligning herself with her little daughter. "Baby, listen to Mommy, you have to go with Uncle Nick. Mommy promises to catch up with you soon. There's a little business that Mommy needs to take care of first. You're a smart kid, right?" Alea's tears were already falling, so Audrey took her into her arms, rubbed her back, and reassured her once again. "Everything will be okay. You don't have to worry. You are Mommy's greatest little princess." She released her embrace and kissed Audrey all over her face.

No one would. “The car is here,” Mom said, snapping me out of my senses as our driver parked the car in front of us. “Let’s go.” I obliged. Like our position earlier, Mom and Dad were in the middle seat, while I’m on the back, sitting alone as I looked at the scenery unfolding in front of me as the car rode on our way back home. Both of them were silent, which is very unusual. They should have been scolding me right now. Is something wrong?

Something which I knew she would see as disregard. I looked away then hopped into the backseat on the car. Elijah sat in front. And mom was the last person to get in.

Logan threw his woollen scarf to the ground. "I can still change," I spoke humbly. My chest was growing warm for some reason. I went back and came out in a black dress. Clearly, I've grown out of proportion since I became a mother. Moreover, a stressed mother. My plumpiness spilt around the underarm tucks. I didn't mind it. Helps me flaunt my natural beauty. But I was wrong. Leah walked out, flaunting in a red dress. Her baby bump didn't seem as obvious in this. Or maybe she was wearing a compressor - which is harmful to the fetus.