Best Friends Mom Novels & Stories

I don't know how this thing started, but my mom and I say that to each other all the time; it's like our thing. Throughout the night, we watch Chucky, Mean Girls, Saw, and Footloose. We laugh, joke, cringe, and laugh some more. I love these days I have with my mom. It's impossible to feel closer when I'm with her like this; we become like best friends.

However, as she was heading upstairs, thinking of how close she and Jason now were, she was reminded of one of her best friends, if not her best, Chelsea Bywater, the mother of Jason's best friend, Jimmy. As Deborah had discovered when she became a mother, the parents of her child's friends often become her own, new, friends. While that did happen to be how she and Chelsea had first met, the two mothers had hit it off remarkably well and, to this day, continued to get along swimmingly. A big reason as to why Jason and Jimmy were so close was that their mothers were always hanging out, and when the boys were kids, their moms had brought them along to play together while they chatted and gossi

Who on earth was this friend? "Mom." I kept my voice calm. "Who is this friend?" "I don't remember his name." She frowned. "I don't think he told me, but he was so kind. All he did was ask all about you, when you were little." None of those words made me feel at ease. Who was this person? It wasn't Theodore. Theodore wouldn't meet with my mother behind my back. Was it a reporter? "What did they look like?" "He's tall and handsome," She wiggled her brows at me. "He had some tattoos here." She tapped her knuckles.

“They’re friends?! What?!” “Yeah, your mom and my mom were childhood friends.” “Wow, just...wow.” “No, that’s not even half of the story. That’s not that shocking part of it. My mom used to like your mom.” “Huh? Well, who doesn’t like my mom? She was liked by everyone before that’s why Mallory—” “No, no, no, a different type of like. My mom used to like her more than a friend. She likes her just like how I like you, get it?”

Ash nodded, all he wanted was comfort and a friend. Adom sighed a little and once Adh manger to get to his feet, he sent his mum a text saying he was staying at Adom for the night and they would talk tomorrow. He climbed into Adom bed, after Adom cut the light he crawled in next to Ash and cuddled him, knowing it would comfort him. It wasn't awkward, no. Ash is like a brother to Adom and he was just wanting to make him feel better. Ash wasn't sure if anything anymore all thanks to Alex, luckily he had Adom for a best friend.

"Yes. She totally did. She dissed her about being shameless, following a man onld enough to be her Dad around. In that tiny head of hers houses something bigger. You both need to be really careful with parenting this one or she'll be one of those rebellious teenagers in her time." Ford raises an eyebrow. "Like you were?" "Come on, I'm past that phase." Ford laughs. "Says the girl with her legs on the chair meant for sitting." "Ugh. Don't start. I've had enough with mum already." Ford looks around. "Talking of Mum, where is she?" "Aren't you missing something?" "What?" "Has Mum ever been alone ever since she found out Aunt Sue's Mum was her best friend in high school?" "Cute. Where are they b

"Snacks in the kitchen. Erica, will you open the wine, please?" Erica Plower, my mom's best friend and second, waved as she left, shiny blonde bob swinging. I ignored the pointed glare she shot at me before leaving, knowing I would have her smart comments to deal with later. At least Mom had a good friend, but because Erica knew us all so well sometimes it felt like I had two mothers. Personally, I figured the one I had was more than enough.