Books For Moms With Sons Novels & Stories

The question flattened the room. He didn't answer right away. He thought about his mother. Small woman, fierce, who used to tell him stories about wolves that guarded the old world. His grandmother had told her the same stories. Matrilineal. Passed down through women who watched their sons grow strange and didn't have the words to explain it. "I have a son," he said quietly. She blinked. "You have a—"

Dakota runs into the room, followed by Tyler and Sarah, who are running much slower. "Mommy, you have to see my room. It looks really neat," she says excitedly. I rub my hand over her head. Courtney and I have this in common: we're single mothers who will do anything and everything for our kids. Jordan and Bobby stand in the doorway, looking at us. The men who have come into our lives and made our families complete are an added bonus. I think we're all going to be one big family after all this is over. We all just have to stay alive.

I giggle imagining people being intimidated by me over these two giant men. “It doesn’t matter which of us she is like, the poor bastard is in for it. She’s going to give him or her hell. I will hate to see our son with girls Goddess help them,” Embry points out with a slightly raised eyebrow making me laugh. “True. You two better teach him better, I don’t want my son to be a womanizer… I have to admit I was always afraid of my dad scaring my mate,” I laugh really hard laying on my back between them feeling the baby moving.

"Mom's" POV These boys are so un-fucking-believable. I gave them life. I made them exist. What more could they want from me? I see they've found something they like, so I need to do my best to take it from them. They will never be able to get rid of me. I sit here and rub my hands as I watch one of my sons taking one of their women out on a date. Seeing an opportunity, I grab a drink tray and put just one drink on it. I make my way over to one of the twins my boys are fawning over.

“If I am concerned for my son’s safety, I have my reasons and I am not going to wait to lose you before I’ve spoken of this.” “You are not going to lose me, mama…” “Oh, really? What happens when making enemies? You get into fights, and these fights, I doubt that they’re pink, lovely, and with flowers, you know, a little party for children. You use guns, knives, and hands, blood is the result and if one of the parties is to lose, more blood is spilled and lives are taken. I do not intend to lose you, neither one of you, to some stupid power that you think that you are going to acquire this way.” Mom said, stopping me. She looked at Giovanni and I, and taking a deep breath, she took a step bac

I ask defiantly, and by my uncle's expression, I know he's dying to give me a good smack for being so stubborn. "At this very moment, you move your butt and go apologize to your mother. I'm about to tell him that this woman is not my mother when he raises his hand, making a gesture for me to be quiet. "Of course, she is your mother. Even though she didn't give you life, she is your mother. Tell me, who has been taking care of you every time you get sick? Who attends all your school events? Who stands up for you when you make a mistake? Who has given you all her love without making any difference between you and your sisters?"

She addressed me. “Twenty-eight.” “See, he is ten years older than you. “ She coerced her stubborn son, “Nine…” I chipped in, but mother and son didn't seem to acknowledge. “ But I love him.” My boy argued, "Don't make me lose him, Ma. Please…” Elizabeth glared at me but with her son, she softened her features, "I will be understanding, but if he hurts you, I will burn this property to the ground alongside him" She eyed me daringly.

During that first week, my three sons kept coming over to look for me. Ryan showed up at the gate, shouting, "Mom, I was wrong! I'm on the verge of bankruptcy! Lend me some money to get through this. Otherwise, my whole family will starve!" I watched him shake the gate from the window, the metal clanging loudly, and felt nothing. A few days later, Victor came with Molly. Molly wore a dress and sang the nursery rhymes I had taught her, breaking into tears after a few lines and crying out, "Grandma!"

“That’s right, Carys. I didn’t tell you before to give you a surprise.” His response left me scratching my head. Was I wrong about Bryan again? Did he really love Mom? As I debated in my head, Mom grabbed my hand, her eyes pleading. “We should just be a family, Carys. I know you can’t accept him right now, but I’m carrying his baby.” As much as the situation was upsetting, Mom was pregnant. I would always be sympathetic to Mom. So, I nodded at her. Overjoyed, Mom threw herself into Bryan’s arms.

Alpha Draven frowned. "In fact I do not approve of Ryan, but I have no problem with him, neither do I have with your first son. But I just don't like that my two children are mated to your two sons. It's weird and uncomfortable." Mom said but that only made Alpha Draven frown further. "And what's uncomfortable about that? And you're telling me my sons are not the problem, so what is?" He asked, tightening his gaze on Mom. Mom only rolled her eyes and looked away before saying, "Your family really isn't one exciting family." She muttered.