Books For Moms With Sons Novels & Stories

When everything changed. When I was still the only child, things were fine. Then the baby came—or almost came—and suddenly, I wasn’t enough anymore. All her energy, all her joy and pride… all of it was transferred to her unborn son. I remember the house being full. Her sisters were there. My aunts. They were laughing, gushing, bringing gifts, all talking about “finally, a boy” like I’d been a mistake they tolerated all this while.

"Oh gosh! This son came into the world just to collect debts from his parents. All he does is take everything they have and still acts so entitled. He's such a monster!" "His parents sacrificed their lives for him, yet he threw it all away because he was blinded by a prostitute. What an ingrate!" This time, all the insults and curses were aimed at Caleb. His face drained of all color, and he scrambled to defend himself. "I-I'm not an ingrate. I-I've always been a devoted son to Dad, and even when my house is a four-hour drive away from his, I still make the trip to visit him every couple of weeks. I bring a gift every time I visit. I'm not an ingrate!"

"Freaking hell, Mom.” “Language, Joey,” Mom snapped immediately, though she couldn’t quite hide her own excitement. Outside a man in a white top and black jeans stood waiting at the steps beside the gravel path toward the porch, Mr Blackwood Hart, Mom's soon to be husband, with Rally, his seven years old blonde daughter. My palms became grimy on my jeans shorts as I swallowed hard, still not used to the....irksome idea of a whole new family. Just a few days ago, back at our dinner table in beacon hills, Mom had dropped the bombshell that she was getting married and that we're moving.

I lifted my hand in the air as I surrendered, "Now, I seriously need a daughter. I heard they are the only ones who love their dads dearly. Sons are good for nothing." "I agree." Mom whispered and my heart sank and the women laughed hard at my misery. This isn't going to be easy. This really isn't.

Too much negativity, and the evil creatures come out to play. That day, my parents and I, along with my father’s former Beta, had met Alpha Leo and Luna Julie from Teal Valley. They had brought along their five sons, the youngest being the same age as me. My father spent a great deal of time making small comments to my mother about how wonderful it would be to have so many sons.

He had said. "But why? I thought Mommy loves you." I had asked, in that childlike innocence that children usually had. He laughed with his big booming laugh. "Damon my son, when you grow up you'll realize that women are more complicated than we can ever really understand." He laid a big hand on my bony shoulder as he said, "Sometimes when they are upset, the best thing you can do is let them be. That is until they are ready to talk to you."

I will ask why you didn’t have a woman on your arm then. You see, I did not have one because that was when my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. So, I did not have the time to pursue women when my mother needed to be cared for. You are a perfect son and husband. I know very well that you will make a great father, too. You will make a great mother, too, he tells me. I hope so; we both will not know what we are doing. That is how we will have some helping hands when they are born.

Mrs Black introduced her sons while Max does a hand check to Darby and sat next to him which he was across from Jayla and Giovanni came to sit next to their mother. "I have no words, literally." Jayla mom was shocked by their beauty especially the older son, she sighed and held her husband hand tightly, she felt like she knew him and had this feeling to treat him good, like a king. "Well most of my friends are usually matching their girls to my sons but they aren't interested." Helia chuckled as she smiled at her sons. "You must get a lot of popularity." Karen chuckled as well. "Can we please stop talking about us as if we weren't here?" Giovanni groaned beside her mother.

The year my daughter was born, I buried my identity as the queen of the Italian Mafia, stepped into the legitimate business world, and gave Emily the safe, ordinary childhood I had never been able to have. Along the way, I took in four boys who had nowhere else to go. I raised Jack, Alex, Daniel, and Ryan as my own sons. I gave them my home, my name, my connections, and eventually enough authority to become the four most powerful men inside Carter Group. Senior executives praised them constantly, calling them the future of the company. Even I thought their growing confidence was a good thing. After all, I had planned to give them far more than Carter Group someday. Then my daughter called me

Ida said. Ben frowned, "are you being sarcastic." "Make the little boy stop crying, please. He would soon have headache," all these while, Beau was still crying hard. "If his mother is here, she can never allow her son to be crying this way. I know you are strict and all that but even to your own son? Let me tell you something, a son needs a mother and a father because there are some kind of love he can only get from the father and there are some kind of love his mother can only provide to him. I assure you that if his mother is here, she wouldn't watch her son crying this way." She said.