Double Mommy Novels & Stories

she teased. "Naku, Mommy, you look stunning too. You look even more beautiful," I replied, feeling shy and laughing softly. Mommy reminded me of Lucy Torres—so sweet and soft-spoken, the type of person who seems like she could never get angry. "Okay, Mommy, let’s go. It’s almost 7 pm," I added. AT THE EVENT AREA

"I think you'd be a good mommy." My eyes filled with tears. "Thank you." "You're nice. And you play with me. And you smell good." He counted on his fingers seriously. "That's what mommies are supposed to do." "Your mommy does all those things too." "I know. She's the best mommy." He placed another block. "But you could be a mommy too." "I could?" "Yeah. Some kids at school have two mommies. Tommy has two mommies. And Sarah has two daddies." He looked up at me with those huge brown eyes. My eyes. "So maybe you could be my second mommy."

"Back then, Mommy was too busy. So, Mommy always rushed every time she went shopping. Grandma said Mommy once took the old man diapers for us when we were babies." Frank chuckled at the thought. Even though there was pain in the heavy part of his heart, he tried to brush it off. "Your idea is truly extraordinary, Kara. Mothers all over the world will definitely d******d your application," he praised with a sincere nod. "Do you want to make that application for Mommy, Daddy?" Emily tilted her head. Maintaining his smile, Frank nodded. "Yes, Daddy will prepare a team to help Mommy realize her dream, initial funds, and a special work space."

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“I want to be like Uncle Nick and work in a hospital. A big hospital with lots of patients and I’m going to save them all just the same way Uncle Nick saved me. People are not going to die anymore as I’m going to save them from their illnesses. I’ll also have lots of money to take care of Mommy when she’s old and can’t work anymore. Is that good, Mommy?” Hearing her daughter ask her that question, she noticed that there were a few droplets of tears falling from her eyes and she cleaned them immediately. Her daughter’s words were so emotional that if it weren't that she didn't want to look weak and cry in front of her daughter, she would have burst into tears. She stared at her daughter. She

“Mom!!” TBC

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

"Are you going to be my mommy someday?" Clara was short of words. She opened her mouth, closed it, tried again. "I... Emory, I care about your father very much. But being a mommy is a very big thing. It's not something to decide quickly." "My real mommy died. I never got to meet her. But my daddy says she was the best person in the whole world. He says she was brave and kind and she never gave up on people." Emory looked at Clara with an intensity that was almost unsettling. "You seem brave and kind too."

“Your mommy is truly perfect.” Baby Robbie was rather speechless once again. “My mommy is good at everything, but she has a fair share of flaws as well. My grandmother told me that my mommy was extremely mischievous when she was young. She always fought with my uncle and beat him up till he bled. My uncle would always let her be as well…” Gale stared at Baby Robbie in disbelief. Baby Robbie added, “My mommy is extremely strict toward my daddy as well. She always says that even though my daddy is older than her, she won’t allow him to die before her. Therefore, she monitors him every day and makes sure that he exercises…”

She felt her lungs become tight as her eyes began to sting. "I think a Momma is someone who would eat nasty spinach when they want butta butta cake. And a Momma is going to fix up her baby's room so that she can be a princess. A Momma is going to work extra hard so that her baby has what they need. A Momma does my hair and not the other way around! Momma's cook dinner instead of bringing home fish and French fries for dinner every other day! And a Momma should say, Juicy you are not alone; even though Felix is dead now, you are not alone!" Her hands were balled into tight fists and she looked down at them suddenly.