Double Mommy Novels & Stories

"If you know that, why are you calling her your mummy?" "In school, Miss said a mother was a woman that cared about you and made sure you were fed and clothed, so I said she was my mummy because she brushes my hair, picks my clothes, and passes me food on the table." "Well, little man, you're not wrong. She's your mummy." I smiled and was also in awe of how emotionally intelligent he was. I was low-key pained that Amy got to be Mummy while I was still Father. It was stuffy and made me feel like a stranger, but luckily, his actions said otherwise.

Me: "Oh, okay. So you don't mind?" Ann: "Mind? Why would I mind? I mean, she's your mom... my man's mom." Me: I was speechless. Ann: "So tell me, what do you call her? Mommy? Mom?" Me: "Well, I call her Mom when it's serious. Princess on normal days. And Mommy when I want something." Ann: She laughed. "Y'all must have a really good relationship."

Title: A Mother's Love and Unspoken Guilt "Of course he does, hija," she gentle reassurance washed over me, prompting a wave of emotions I could no longer contain. I found solace in her comforting presence, moving closer to her waist and closing my eyes, seeking refuge in the familiar scent of Mommy's embrace. Despite her constant presence in the hospital, she never failed to care for herself, a testament to her unwavering love and strength. "Hmm, my baby. Is there a problem, baby?" Mommy's soft voice broke through the silence, her gentle touch soothing the ache in my heart. "It’s nothing, I just missed you and Dad," I managed to utter, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill.

But Mommy believes your heart is as warm as the morning sun. Mommy's prayer for Fathia, be a resilient woman. Whatever obstacles lie ahead, Mommy hopes you'll keep moving forward. Mommy always supports you, no matter where Mommy is. Don't give up easily and always listen to your heart, dear. Mommy believes your heart will always guide you towards the truth. That's where God whispers His advice.

I sigh. I don't know why I saved like that. I also want to wonder why I dream of Mommy. I am angry with him and I don't think about him either but he will suddenly appear in my dream. That indeed happened in Mommy’s life. I also wanted to ask what happened next because even I was confused too. All I know is that Mommy is a businesswoman and at the same time a killer. "What's wrong with you? You're dreaming again," Zac opened up to me anxiously.

Isabella put down the bag in her hands and knelt in front of him. "Honey, I..." "Is it true what Dad said?" the little one asked. "Is it true that you are my mommy? My real mom?" Isabella couldn't speak; she didn't know how to explain to a child the evils of adults. "Nicholas, I want you to know that I love you, and if all this time I was away, it wasn't because I wanted to. I... loved you from the moment I knew you were growing inside me and I waited for you eagerly, but... there are bad people, honey. Bad people who separated us."

All the mothers and sons were described as mirror images of Mom and me. Mom is 38 years old. She has a fantastic hourglass-shaped body: perfectly round hips and bubble butt, a not-too-big but not-too-small tummy, shapely thighs, and wonderful DD breasts. Her hair is described as dirty blonde with light green eyes. Her skin has a natural tan look to it, though she loves to sunbathe by our backyard pool to keep it that way. She is beautiful, no doubt about it. She has always had a reserved personality and rarely likes to have attention drawn to her. I don't think she is shy but certainly introverted. But she has never let this get in the way of cheering for me at track or swim meets.

“Mommy, can you come pick me up early from school today? I miss you.” After replying to her, I put my phone back into my coat pocket and let out a relieved smile. My life was finally back on track. [The end.]

The only thing was that Iain and Danielle might not be aware of it, nor was Iain aware of the dynamics between Andrew and me. *** As we entered the restaurant, I felt its warmth and familiarity. We often came here with our parents when we were kids. It took me back to those times: family dinners with my parents, Iain, Andrew, and Charissa, before everything changed. Just as we approached our table, a woman with blonde hair and jade-green eyes, mid-thirties to early forties, elegantly dressed—somehow both sophisticated and sexy—walked up to us and greeted Andrew. “Andrew! What a pleasure it is to see you, it’s been too long!” she exclaimed excitedly, throwing herself at him, who responded qui

“Mommy the driver said a queen is a lady who manages or take care of a kingdom or territory. She is the lady in command beside her kind and when her king isn't around, she steps up and takes the throne just like you are doing. You're a queen mommy, you're way cooler than a princess.” I chuckled lowly feeling partly flattered by her words when the car slowed down its pace and parked right in front of Ivy's school. “Before I go mommy, I want to tell you that you queen name from toady henceforth will be Queen Mommy.” Ivy said and I laughed. The driver joined in on the laughter as I opened the door and left her out of the car. As we both stepped out of the car, I led her towards the door and as