Cosas Que Nunca Hable Con Mi Madre Novels & Stories

he said, his voice gentle and filled with curiosity. I turned to look at him, my gaze meeting his searching eyes. "Of course, Liam. You can ask me anything," I replied, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation lacing my words. He took a deep breath, his fingers lightly tracing circles on the back of my hand. "I've noticed that you rarely talk about your mother. Can you tell me why?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of concern. A wave of emotions washed over me as I processed his question. Memories of my mother, a woman I never truly knew, stirred within me. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before finally mustering the strength to speak.

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY~ HARDIN’S POV “Mom…” I finally speak, my voice quieter than usual. “I have never loved anyone the way I love her.” The confession sits heavily between us. “It scares me sometimes.” Mother keeps staring at me silently.

I let out, shaking my head, "Do you even talk to them? When was the last time you had a conversation with your dad? When was the last time you asked your mom something instead of just answering her questions?" "I've never talked to my dad, not for real. I don't know shit about him," he admits, shaking his head and sighing, he smells sad, "And my mom... I don't want to ask anything, I know what she's going to say anyway. It's just going to piss me off to hear that she hates her life because of her own decisions of staying with him."

I said firmly My mom always promised me that we would return to our house, the house I grew up in, the house that held memories with my dad but all of a sudden it felt like it wasn’t going to happen. “Talk to your mom” she started by saying “Don’t cover your emotions with anger, have a heartfelt conversation with her and see how things go” she advised, causing a lump to form in my throat that was something I had problems doing especially when it came to my mom. I always felt she never understood me.

Eva's POV . 'Will you climb up, ma?' I asked through our mind-link, looking at my mother. Even though it had been few days by now, I still hadn't get a chance to learn all the customs around here and I'm sure that what I said wasn't something very normal to say considering how it startled my mother. So I eyed her curiously and asked, 'Did I say something wrong?' "Do not ever, I mean EVER make that offer ever again! Not to me. Not to your father and definitely not to a stranger!!" She said sternly, confusing me even further.

The silence between us stretched long and it was heavy and uncomfortable. Finally, he spoke and his voice came outcold and flat. “Your mother left us the day you were born,” he said. “That’s all there is to know. There’s nothing for you to ask about her. She’s gone. She’s history and we’re not talking about her. Not now, not ever. So don’t try to bring up any conversation about her again.” I opened my eyes slowly, staring at him in disbelief. “That’s it?” I asked, my voice shaky but rising. “That’s all you have to say?”

My father and Olivia still happily carried on a conversation but the two of us couldn’t move past it. My mother had pulled me aside before we left and I could see the worried mother look in her eyes. I told her I understood but I honestly didn’t know how to even start the conversation. I loved this fiery woman with all my soul. Every part of her was perfect for me but if I tried to make her see, she would brush me off as just being her mate. 'Earth to Desmond. Earth to Desmond. Have you landed on the outer rim yet?'

He is literally terrified of his mother. "Yes, I have never eaten in an expensive restaurant," he admitted, his eyes welling up with tears. "My friends used to tell me about the delicacies they ordered there, but I have never seen any restaurant or cafe. My mother used to go there by herself. No matter how much I pleaded, she never took me there!" He scowled. "But now that your mother is gone, we are going to have all the fun you have missed all these years," I said, and to my surprise, he smiled broadly.

I drew, unable to speak at first and he smiled at me. “It’s fine, Taylor. You can talk to me” he urged calmly and I sighed. “You aren’t going to get mad right?” I asked him, referring to the last time we had a scuffle due to something I said and he shook his head in return. “No I won’t. Now talk to me” he urged once again. “So… you never told me you had a mother. What happened to her?” I asked him. “I only found out she was alive yesterday and I never talked about her before because she was a sensitive topic for me” he answered while pouring himself another mug of coffee like he didn’t just say the most diabolic thing ever.

Caiden asks quietly as he wipes down the counter. I lean against it with a hip, closing my eyes. Where do I even start? I can’t tell him everything but I owe him something at least for doing so much for me. “I seem to keep having terrible relationships with everyone around me, I say finally. “The man that took you?” “And my mother too,” I confess. “I haven’t spoken to her in a very long time…and for good reason but she called me tonight.” Caiden pauses his cleaning and moves closer, his presence warm and steady. “What did she want?”