Dice Mi Mama Memes Novels & Stories

I heard Declan yell loudly and I was jolted from my thoughts. "Is mama mwissing dada? (Is mommy missing daddy?) " Damian asked with a pout on his face and I couldn't help but think that he looked like a pufferfish with his pout. Their words were limited and it sounded funny most of the time but I could understand what they were saying. "Mama is hungwi. (Mommy is hungry)." Declan argued and i smiled. They were both in the bathtub and I was bathing for them since they decided to have a food fight earlier.

He asked. "Uhm, she never wanted me so she acted like I was invisible my whole life. The only emotion she's ever showed was anger or disgust." I replied and my heart twisted at the memory of my mother yelling at me for giving her a mother's day card. "They're really a bunch of assholes aren't they?" Alex said and we both chuckled. "Yeah, they are. If I had known you earlier I would've asked god to take my parents instead of yours." I joked.

“I want to stock up on Snickers, Chips Ahoy and maybe some M&M’s. You know, melts in your mouth, not in your hands.” “Good choice, honey,” Mrs. Montemayor says. “Those will bring you luck because M&M is also our family monogram. Get it? Montemayor.” The mother winks at her daughter and freezes her face like an emoji. Grace groans loudly and Kate and Mikaela laugh. “Yep. You’ve still got the monopoly on mom jokes,” Grace says, shaking her head.

Mia's POV My name is Mia Costa. I am the middle child of Don and Donna Costa. My father is a Don in the Italian Mafia in New York. To say I am the black sheep of the family is an understatement. My mother calls me the ugly duckling of the family. She made me wear contacts and braces to make me more acceptable in school, but it did not work. I was constantly bullied. My brother and sister never stood up for me and even joined my bullies. Well, I do not care. My brother, Lorenzo, got a Porche when he turned eighteen, and my sister got a Ferrari as she was the favorite. I got an old beat-up beetle. Most of the time, it broke down when I needed it the most. I dared to complain to my parents, and

"Exactly. If we ever slip and answer to her calling us with a what?, we get a chankla right to the head. And let me tell you, that little old lady has pitch perfect aim." I was sure that'd get a bigger laugh out of Madeline, but she just smiled, saying something about how all the chankla memes online were hilarious. It felt like a strange and sudden mood change at such an odd moment. I was so attuned to her every expression now; it was like I already knew her inside out. Something was wrong and then she laid it on me. "Mama asked me about us."

my mom said sarcastically, rolling her hazel brown eyes. "Boy, you roll your eyes way too much mom," I said trying my best not to roll my eyes and keep my lips from twitching into a smile. "Well, it's a contagious disease," she smiled. Pft! I rolled my eyes. She chuckled and I felt myself hiding back a laugh myself. This lady really knows how to lighten the mood. "Point taken," I said folding my hands across my chest and sat across from her on my loveseat. "Very well. Now that we have got that out of the way, we can get down to business," my mom paused for effect. I raised a dark eyebrow at her. "As you know, the Black Diamonds Pack were planned to come here, but-"

The air iss warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to the cool night outside and despite my lingering frustration, I couldn't help but appreciate the familiarity of my surroundings, offering a sense of solace amidst the chaos. I gently place Mia onto the couch after entering the living room. She flop down, her laughter subsiding into soft giggles. Joy shine in her eyes as she continue to find humor in her intoxicated state. "You know what's funny, Sposino?" She speak, her voice melodious. "Growing up with a lying mom, and the man I thought was my dad not even being my real dad. It's like I'm in some messed-up comedy movie."

yeah, freaking adorable in a manly way. My palm flew to my mouth to muffle my outgrowing laughter. However, Damian's probably supersonic ears still hear it, making him gaze at me, face etched with palpable curiosity. "Why are you laughing, Mommy?" He asked me innocently and then, faced Lorcan again who was narrowing his eyes in my direction. "Look, Daddy! Mommy seems very happy tonight!" Damian's eyes twinkled. Aww, my baby's happy when i'm happy. Such a treasure to keep.

"How could you do this to your own family, all because of a bitch?" Turning to my mother, "Hey, are you sure he is really my brother's son? Did you perhaps cheat on him and bring home a bastard?" "You should mind the way you talk to me. Who the heck are you referring to as a bastard?"Mom yelled back at her. Her face was already burning with rage aa Camile was accusing her if Infidelity while she had been loyal to dad all these years.

"Boys don't listen your father, I gave you better training than that. Take it easy on her, even if I need grand kids asap." "Like kidnap her and cage her here in our rooms till we give you grandkids." Damian jokes sharing a wink with his father. "Damian Christopher Adams!" Mum shrieks. Everyone laughs heartily as Damian clutch his stomach laughing loudly. "Mum you have got to see your face, you look white as sheet. Dad I think you need to breath life to her." Damon jokes. "I'll just let you boys get away this time and no punishments because I miss my babies." A wicked smile breaks off her face as she resumes eating.