Books For Moms With Sons Novels & Stories

"Okay, mommy will be waiting for you. Now, it is time to bed and you two should go to bed early. And don't make difficult things for nanny Ann too." "Yes, mommy. We will be obedient and loves you so much." The two boys said. "Mommy loves you more, Mwah!" Ruby was really in a good mood after talking to her two sons. But when she looked back at Edward, she saw that he was keeping a straight face. "My good two sons didn't ask about me and Liam even forgot about me when he sees you." "Hehe!" Ruby chuckled and shook her head, "This is because sons usually love their mother more than their father."

I will wake up with more power than I have ever had in my whole life, more power than anything else that has ever walked this earth. The book started to turn itself again and stopped on another entry dated months after that. 15 November 1015 How I wish he was here to see his beautiful son. I still can't believe that I am a mother. I still cannot believe that I gave birth to such a beautiful son. I still cannot ignore the dangers that my baby is in with the pack. I don't understand how could they think that something as beautiful and as innocent as my son could be the end of us, I don't care what their visions say, my son is not a danger to the pack.

Mom slowly sank to the floor, tears flowing silently. Disturbed by the noise, Andrew opened his bedroom door, a trace of annoyance in his voice. "Mom, can you keep it down? I'm in the middle of a game." As if finding an anchor, Mom scrambled up and grabbed Andrew's hand, weeping. "Andy, your father has had another woman on the side all these years. You have to stand up for me!" Andrew shrank back, pulling his hand away. "I think Dad has a point. As long as you pretend not to know anything, we can still live peacefully as a family."

"You're his mother now. It's your job to educate him." My mouth fell open. He couldn't be serious. Could he? "A mother has every right to correct her son's behavior," he continued, casual as anything. "If Caleb needs to learn respect, who better to teach him than the woman he wronged?" I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. The catch. The moment he'd laugh and say he was joking. It didn't come. "You really mean that," I whispered. "I don't say things I don't mean."

There’s a long pause, too long, and I wish I could see her face. “He’s a player…” she finally says. Soft. Honest. Almost apologetic. “True,” Mom agrees without missing a beat. My chest drops. Wow. Whose side are we on here, Mom? “Unlike us girls,” Mom continues calmly, “boys aren’t born very smart.” I bite my lip. Really Mom? At least she’s making Mel laugh. “They’re born with their brains between their legs,” Mom adds, warming up now, “so they’re ruled by their dicks. They screw around a lot — it’s natural. Annoying, but natural. The hope is that eventually they get enough sense to realize there’s more to life.”

I hugged her with my son wiggling between us. “Make sure you visit me,’’ she said firmly. Nodding, I told her of course. Seeing my mates bidding farewell to their father. I waited until they were finished to offer Johnathan a handshake. “Thank you for taking care of my mom,” I told him in appreciation. Laughing he nodded and told me that he was glad that we had both come into his life. “My sons needed to find a mate like you and I am glad you were the one Lexi,” he said firmly and added, “Take good care of them both.”

Sometimes, I couldn't tell if I was doing it for her or to make up for the promises I failed to fulfill to my mother. Everything was going well until Jamie was born. Seeing this child occupy all of Patricia's attention ignited an inexplicable anger in me. Yet, no matter how mischievous or annoying Jamie was, Patricia soothed and doted on him with a mother's unique tenderness, just as my mother had done to me. I couldn't sleep at night, and the sight of her cesarean scar made me impotent. During that time, my confidence as a man, a son, and a father was shattered.

It was even tucked away in a protective sleeve, with his handwriting on the back, "Shannon, my youth." “Dan!” I rushed forward, grabbing my son from Shannon’s arms. Dan turned to look at me but quickly pouted and averted his gaze, refusing to meet my eyes. He was just like his father—silent when angry, never expressing his feelings out loud but letting his discontent simmer underneath. Was he upset because I’d been gone for too long on this trip? Softening my tone, I spoke gently, “Dan, I’m back now. Let’s go home, okay?”

"You should understand my duties, when you become a mother you would understand me, I'm sure." "Never, mom. That will never happen, I will die first before I become anything like you. I wouldn't put my child through that." I say. She pokes my head with her index finger. "Have some manners! Don't you read the Bible? Don't talk to your mother that way." She yells and walks off. I don't knock as I enter my fathers room. He is fast asleep, and his favorite book, Ace of spades is seated by his bedside. He must've been reading before he slept off.

I continued to stare at him, his words not making a lick of sense to me. “The Savage Sons have a type.” He shook his head. “And we don’t even realise it.” “What the fuck are you talking about, Hansel? I am too tired and too stressed out for your riddles.” His sigh was loud. “Think about it, Prez. All of us have fallen for women who needed saving. It’s like we have some underlying hero complex. Or maybe it’s daddy issues?” His eyes narrowed. “Can men have daddy issues? Guess it doesn’t matter.”