Blanket Jackson Mother Novels & Stories

"You abandoned her, too? I don't expect much from you. If you have any humanity left in you, you would leave my house and never return. I do not want to ever set my eyes upon you till the day I finally die! Get out of my house!" The woman dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her cheek like it was all she knew how to do. The whole happening was vague to Jackson but some things were beginning to add up. "Get out!" His mother yelled again, at the kneeling woman. Whoever got her this worked up was bad news, and he knew she shouldn't experience stressful events, not while she was on medication, so Jackson intercepted. "Ma'am, please listen to her and leave," he managed to say politely, she

Jackson deserved to know what had happened to his mother, and eventually, they would have to face that difficult conversation. The following morning, Amelia continued to care for Jackson as best as she could, doing everything in her power to keep him happy and distracted. She took him to the park, played games with him, and read him stories before bed. But no matter how much she tried, there was always a part of Jackson that seemed distant, as if he was holding onto the hope that Chloe would walk through the door at any moment. that afternoon, as they were sitting on the porch together, watching the sunset, Jackson turned to Amelia with a look of deep sadness in his eyes. "Do you think Mom w

"He's forty-three and they're still in the boxes." Jackson laughed. A real laugh this time. It loosened something in my chest. "At least your mum uses normal channels," he said. "Mine sends me profiles of 'nice girls who want to settle down.' Direct quotes." "Church bulletins. My mother uses church bulletins." "That's dedication." "That's desperation." We both smiled. It felt good. Normal. Then reality crashed back. "She wants to meet you," Jackson said. "Charlotte." "Absolutely not." "I told her no. But she's staying in Chicago for two weeks. Maybe longer."

Freya said sadly. Jackson looked at his cell phone. His father texted. {Prepare your things tonight. We are going to Jacob's mom's hometown tomorrow. Go to my room later. We need to discuss a lot of things.} Jackson frowned. "Where will papa take me again? Wait, where is that bastard’s mother's hometown again? Mon ... Mon. Whatever that place is!” Jackson still have something to say at Freya but she already left. "Jacob, Ivana is yours. I am going to marry the mother of your son … the woman whom you have wasted," Jackson said before he walked out of the pool area.

Jackson prised the cutlery from her fingers and quickly forced her to her feet. “Come, Britney. You can order a dessert from room service.” How the hell had he known about her mother? Was that woman living her life somewhere in London, guilt-free, as if she hadn’t left a whole life behind? Did she ever return to their little backward patch of the world to see how they were? To see if her abandonment hadn’t ruined them? She was in the elevator before she knew it, pushed to the back with Jackson standing in front of her. “Is she okay?” Brit whispered.

“I am happy for you, Jackson. But...” “But what?” I snapped “You've never liked Gina, not for one bit. You never even gave her a chance. Gina has always been there for me, Mother. She saved my life when I was dying from that curse years ago. Now, she’s carrying my child. Why can’t you just be happy for us?” My mother closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and shaking her head “Jackson, you don’t know the whole story.” “What do you mean?” I demanded “What story?”

Jackson snuggles up with her on the couch and falls asleep almost instantly. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” Mom asks me. “Just hang out here. Jamie is working a double today, so she can’t do anything.” Mom covers Jackson with a blanket, kissing the top of his head. “I have a few errands to run before dinner tonight, would you mind possibly doing a few of them for me?” “No, not at all,” I say eagerly. Getting out of the house and away from Jim is a good idea anyway. “Great! Jim, why don’t you tag along? One of my errands is to go to the feed store and some of those bags are heavy.”

He left her with two kids, Penelope, that were only two years old, and Lola a six-month-old baby. I spent the rest of the day helping her take care of the animals, she has some help on the farm, but there are certain animals that she takes care of them herself. She would never let anyone do it, and they are family to her. “Your momma is going to be worried, Jo,” Mrs. Jackson says, and I go wide-eyed as I look at my watch. Shoot. It’s almost six, and I am still here. Dad will be home soon for dinner, and I didn’t even bring my phone.

But I felt disappointed by the fact that their parents were returning. In my dreams, John repeated his warning. "It's over between us, Tonia. You're not our mate. It's time to focus on other matters affecting the pack." He let go of me, and I awoke. ------ It was evening, and I heard the sound of maids running helter-skelter. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson had traveled on a one-month trip to the neighboring pack, Silverado Pack, for their 25th wedding anniversary. The triplets—John, Julian, and James Jackson—weren't the only children of their parents. They had a younger sister, Martha Jackson, a 22-year-old woman, but she was married to the Beta, Saul Howard.

" There he is, mom!' Kia said again and pointed at a man. What the hell? She thought in shock. How did Anderson find out about his children? This was definitely the handwork of her mother! Just then, the Highlander stopped and a bodyguard walked towards them. Mary on the other hand, frowned as she recollect all that had happened. She was sure that she was actually fit to become Mrs. Banks, after all, she was the big deal but did she actually say something bad earlier? " I haven't come here for dinner for a long time. So, what about you?" She began