Blanket Jackson Mother Novels & Stories

I ran out of the room, my bare feet slapping against the cold tiles, and burst into the suite next to mine. My mother was lying on the bed, looking peaceful, like she was just taking a nap. And there, kneeling by her side, was Jackson. He was already there, head bowed, like he had been keeping watch over her long before I arrived. Like he had been sitting with her, saying his goodbyes alone. It was a sight that should have meant something, but right now, nothing mattered except her. Brandon stood rigid in the corner, his face a mask of stone. “Mom?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Both had been covered almost completely, both had carried luggage, and both had disappeared through an emergency exit. Then Oscar resurfaced. Mr. White didn't. Not at an airport. Not at a hotel. Not at a border crossing. Nothing. He had simply vanished. Just like Jason. "Pull up everything we know about Jason's mother," I said. Marcus frowned. "Amber—" "Please." He hesitated before opening another file. I stared at the screen. Jason's mother. The late daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Sun. A woman who had gone to college, had been extremely close to Connor St. Johns, and had eventually married the man we'd known for years as Mr. White.

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.

Jackson wakes up to see me crying but when he approaches me his eyes widen just like mine. “Oh my fucking god!”, he gasps making me chuckle at him through tears. “Language jack!”, my mother exclaims tiredly but still a smirk on her face making me chuckle although my eyes didn’t stop tearing up. “I will go get the doctor”, Jackson tells grinning as he leaves us behind. “mom how are you feeling?”, I ask her softly wiping my tears. “Am fine cassie, just a little tired, am feeling like I was kept in a freezer for years my bones feel numb”, she tells with a tired smile on.

"If someone is here — if someone has been watching us — I need to know. I can't protect you from a ghost." "You can't protect me from a living person either if you're walking into a trap." He stopped. Turned to face me. His eyes were wild now. Desperate. "That blanket was made by my mother. For your mother. For you. I don't know how it got here. I don't know who left it. But I know one thing." "What?" "She wanted you to have it. Twenty years ago, she wanted you to be wrapped in something warm. Something made by hands that loved you before you were born." He cupped my face with both hands. "I'm not leaving until I find out who honored that wish."

“I’m sure she loves you in her own way.” “I don’t know what she looks like. Maybe she’s pretty like you.” “If she’s lucky.” I give him a wink. He goes back to coloring, telling me about something that happened on an episode of PAW Patrol. I wrestle with my mind, and my mind ends up winning. So Jackson’s mother left him when he was little, too little to remember her. Why? And how? It. Doesn’t. Matter.

She didn’t look satisfied with Jackson’s decision but she left the room anyway, along with her husband, my parents, Anderson, And Reiya, leaving Asher standing alone awkwardly in the middle of the room. Jackson chuckled. “Come closer, Asher. I won’t bite.” It was as though a memory struck him and he stared at me. “Where’s his mother?” He mouthed so the children wouldn’t hear him. If the kids weren’t in the room with us, I would ask him where he thought she was, but since they were present, I couldn’t be as sarcastic as I wanted. I merely shrugged and mouthed back at him. “She’s in jail.”

So, she had to follow Jackson's requests if she wanted to see her mother. "That's more like it!" Jackson said lightly after hearing Natalie's words. Jackson had somehow managed to find a van. Natalie had never seen him drive such a car, either. However, Natalie was not in the right mind to care about such details. Instead, she asked worriedly, "Why did my mom get caught in a fire? What happened?" "Also, how's her condition? Is she in terrible shape?" Natalie felt like she was about to sob as she questioned Jackson.

Her years of acquiring background information on Jason were paying off. The second of July was Jason's mother's— Selena Lyndon— birth date. The beautiful balladeer who disappeared from the face of the earth without a trace leaving her husband and kid, who was barely 10 years, behind. There was zero news on why she left just like that. Surely, they must have found a way to thwart the news from leaking just as they did to that of her sister. Of course, Jason must still miss his mother. Every child would miss their parent who left them as a kid.

No one would. “I knew it! I knew you were nothing but bad luck!” Jackson’s mother came running at me, grabbing me by my hair and pulling until I saw stars. “Evil woman! Did my son make you barren? Why did you choose to make his life difficult?” She yelled at the top of her lungs, shoving me to the ground and pressing me down with her foot. “Did he take away your womb?” She ground her foot into my belly. “Is it his fault you’re empty? How dare you attack our next Alpha! What did Blood Moon ever do to you?” She screamed and screamed, her shoes ripping my shirt and bruising my skin.