Blanket Jackson Mother Novels & Stories

he replied. “Well, she is your catalyst” his mother said beaming, “And you'd forgive her that debt cos without her, you’ll need to wait another fifteen years”. (Around the Blue Moon Pack) Jackson looked more worried than Scott leaving the girls alone. Margaret had assured him that they’d be fine. And since the rest were asleep, Scott sneaked out to escort Jackson back to the Blue Moon. “It was nice having you around for today” he patted Jackson. Jackson chuckled, “Yeah, you should be thankful I was with you or you couldn’t have handled all that yourself”.

said Jackson, looking at my mom “Oh dear, you can call me Jelena,” my mother said with a smile “Really…? Can we finish this so he can get out of here and go back to sleep too,” I said, leaning against the wall. "You come here, we have a project to finish, right?" Jackson said "I can't believe this is happening to me," I said, annoyed "You can go upstairs and I'll bring you breakfast," my mother said, then Jackson and I went up to my room

Bree struggled to open her swollen eyes. “Bree, darling. Dios mio! What happened to you?” Mrs. Madeline Samaniego—Jackson’s mother. Bree recognized her voice. “Tyler, get her to lie down in bed. Hurry! Oh my god! This is horrible!” She sounded frantic, shocked, and worried. Bree groaned as she felt the soft mattress under her back. “Bree, darling. How are you feeling? Why are you sleeping on the cold tile? Where’s Jackson? Why did he leave you like this?” Mrs. Samaniego bombarded her with questions, her forehead furrowed at Jackson’s absence.

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.

he said. "Don't even tell me that" I blurted. "I need you to..." "I need an explanation!" I cut him off raucously. "Or was that just a lie?" "I'd never lie about that" he replied and I scoffed. The confusion was becoming too much. "So...what're you tryna say?" I asked. "How's Bethel your daughter? I mean...what am I to you?" He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "Your mother's dead, Jackson - like I've always told you. She'd given birth to you right before I met Bethel's mum and got married to her. Your mother was still alive, then. She was just my mistress.

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.