Doting Mother Novels & Stories

It was the simple, instinctual gesture of a woman who had been a mother his entire life, who had brutally missed years of it, and was making up for every single lost second in the only way available to her right now. "I'm sorry," she whispered quietly, her eyes misting over. "For not being there—" "Don't." Dante intercepted her words instantly, placing his large hand firmly over hers where it rested against his cheek. "Don't do that, Mom. You don't ever get to apologize for what he did to us." "Dante—"

Dorian stared out the windshield, the quiet hum of the street lamps flickering in the reflection. Her words hit deeper than he wanted to admit. He had built something. He just didn’t know what right he had to claim it. “You think she’d say yes?” he asked suddenly. His mother didn’t skip a beat. “You think she’s stayed single four years because she likes eating dinner alone?” He chuckled tiredly. “You’re unbelievable.” “No. I’m a mother. And I know love when I see it. Just don’t be a coward.”

Dove nodded and giggled. "All right, keep an eye on me," their mother said. She sat upright on the snow and crossed her legs. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and exhaled. She drew her thumbs and index finger together to form a triangle. More wind began to blow gently and slightly faster than before. Within minutes, the lake's water began to glow, and their mother's hair began to glow as well. She stood up, opened her eyes, and bowed respectfully to the waters.

Zeev Oliver leans on the railing and narrates flatly. 'I miss my mother very much. My mother is a very gentle person. She is a kind person in people's mouth. Even if she meets a swindler who pretends to be pathetic and deceives people, my mother will give them all her money. I still remember what my mother said. If what the swindlers said is true, she hopes that the money will help them. If it is false, it will be even better.'

he sighed as he placed his hand on my elbow and guided me into the parlor where my mother was busy with her needlepoint. I never ceased to be amazed by the way the women of this era were able to contain their composure no matter the situation. Joy and delight was evident in my mother’s eyes upon seeing me. Yet, she set her needlepoint down and rose with a deliberate poise and grace that was in direct opposition of her emotions. In no way did the zeal in her hug equal that of my father’s, yet I could feel love flowing freely from her. Thinking of how free I tended to be with my own emotions, I thought of how nice it might be to find a happy median between her behavior and mine.

For this day. I took a deep breath and opened it. Clearing my throat, I started reading it, “Damon, my perfect son. I know you wouldn’t believe me when I say this, but… I love you. I always have. It means nothing now, but I’m sorry for abandoning you with those two monsters. You didn’t deserve it.” Tears blurred my vision as my voice broke. “You didn’t deserve what Robert or Drake… what even I put you through. Just know that I never hated you. I don’t know why I’m writing this, but I feel that my end is nearing soon. I hope you will look after yourself and find someone to love other than your work and money. I’m proud of you and I will always be your mother. Love, Dorothy.”

that miss absolutely nothing. Those eyes are currently fixed on me with laser precision. “Mother,” Dante crosses to her, leaning down to kiss her cheek with genuine affection. “You look well.” “I look like I’m dying, darling. Let’s not pretend otherwise.” Her voice is crisp, cultured, with just a hint of warmth beneath the bluntness. “But I refuse to do it without meeting the woman who’s finally convinced my son to settle down.” She turns that penetrating gaze fully on me, and I understand exactly what Dante meant about thirty seconds.

She barely glances at me before her eyes land on Dolly, softening with immediate approval. “Oh, Dolly, sweetheart,” my mother coos, rushing over to her side. “You shouldn’t be stressing like this, not in your condition. Knoxx, what are you doing? Why haven’t you taken care of this yet?” I clench my teeth, the frustration bubbling up. “Mom, I’m handling it.”

“I want you to know that. And I’m coming for you.” She didn’t stiffen. She didn’t flinch. She pulled back from the hug slowly and looked at me with those red-rimmed eyes and a smile that didn’t belong on a grieving face. “Better think twice about that,” she said, her voice still soft, still carrying the performance. “I’ve been very thorough. And my mother is already exactly where I need her to be.” She tilted her head slightly. “You have nothing, Dorian.” “Not yet,” I said.

She carried him 9 months in her womb and to only be taken in just one squeeze of that trigger. "Yeah." Amy sadly mumbled and heaved a deep sigh. "I miss my boy." She added. "Me too, Mom." Dolora witnessed how her mother grieved when they lost Baxter, it wounded the family deep. "But don't worry, Mom. The goddess Dolora is still here to help with the chores and groceries." She beamed to lighten her mother's mood. "Would I ever forget my stubborn first born?" "Ha Ha, very funny. Let's just get this done, Mom. Is still have a job to run to."