Emmett's Mom From Switched At Birth Novels & Stories

I didn't even have the energy to hurt anymore. The meds must have started kicking in. My head went fuzzy. Just then, someone knocked on the door. When no one answered, the door creaked open. It was Emily. She looked around the room. When she spotted me, her brow furrowed on instinct. She was heavily pregnant, walking carefully to avoid the sharp corners of the furniture. "Nathan, we need to talk." I didn't answer. Her frown deepened. "I came here to make things clear. Because of what happened yesterday, Mom had a heart attack.

“Emma, your mind seems to be in another place…” Emma quickly apologized to her father before he could go on further. Her mother sighed. Yes, they were still her parents until they were not, until they finally parted ways. “It’s okay. It’s actually quite understandable. Let’s go in.” Emma nodded her appreciation at being understood, and walked into the cabin when her father opened the door, and moved in with his wife. The first thing they noticed when they switched on the light of the sitting room was the nurse and another girl bundled together on the chair. Emma noticed the sullen look on the one she knew to be the nurse first and almost toppled to the ground. Had her mother stopped breathin

I nodded shyly to her and she hug me. "Glad to meet you! I am Ysabella, I am Emman's mother!" She said to me. "I bet Arabella will like you if she sees you!" She said to me. "Oh!!!!!" I said since I didn't knew what to say. " I am Natalie... You can call me Nate for short!" I said to her smiling. Emman narrowed his eyes to me and smiled towards him. But he ignore me. I thinks his mom witness it and she glared at him. Then she smiled to me.

I couldn’t protect Haven… but I would protect Emery. “So… I can call you Mommy?” Emery asked the moment we pulled apart. Her eyes were wide, hopeful—almost impatient. Emmette coughed immediately. “Of course,” I said without hesitation. “You can call me Mommy. I’m married to your daddy.” Her eyes widened, and she squealed in excitement. "Daddy, did you hear. Mommy said I can call her mommy." She screamed running over to Emmette who caught her in his arms and lifted her up in the air.

My throat tightened as I stared at Emmett, who seemed entirely unbothered by the tension he’d created. His smirk deepened as he held the phone slightly away from his ear and winked at me like this was some private joke only he understood. “She probably didn’t mention me because we’re still… relatively new,” Emmett went on smoothly, his voice dripping with charm. “Now, that makes sense. It’s nice to hear Amber has someone looking after her,” my mother said, her voice lilting with feigned ease. “She doesn’t tell me much about her personal life these days.”

Emmett has this infectious laugh that could make a room full of people smile. Emmett had been my next-door neighbour since we were toddlers. Emmett is almost double the size of me in width and height, with dark skin, dark eyes and hair shaved into a buzz cut. Being a rugby player, his body was lean with muscle and the mere sight of him would scare any stranger, but his heart was gold. His mother, five sisters and himself were more of a family to me than my own family. Without them, I don't know where I would be today.

Suddenly, Mom clapped her hands, her eyes twinkling—a clear indication that she was up to something. "Now, now, children. Allow me to do the introductions, please?" She rose, approaching me where I stood before dragging me toward the sofa where she and Emma were sitting. "Now, Emma, meet my son, Keagan. He’s so handsome, isn’t he? Keagan, please meet Emma." Mom's smile grew even broader. Emma blinked her eyes before looking down timidly. Hell, that sweet action went right to my cock. My heart seemed to skip a beat as I stared, transfixed by her stunning face

she said, her voice wavering. "That's all I ask," Luna Essa replied, her smile warm and reassuring. "We’ll take this one step at a time, together." "Okay," Emma finally replied,this time with a smile as the way the woman spoke like her in the way her mother mother would always try to reassure her. The memory of her mother made her thoughts drift back to the memories of her childhood and the time she was with her father. The thought of her mother brought tears to her eyes as she recalled how much better her life had been when she was alive. Emma was the daughter of Alpha Evan from the Whispery pack.

Time stretches. “Oh,” she says slowly. I feel my soul leave my body. Then- “Oh my GOD!” Emma cheers, clapping her hands. “Matteo? Is he staying over? Does this mean he’s my new dad?” “EMMA,” I say sharply. “Stop talking.” She absolutely does not stop talking. “I KNEW it,” she continues, pointing between us. “I told Macy you were acting weird. Also, her mom dropped me off early because her dog threw up, which was gross, but ALSO—”

Bobby looked alerted and hurriedly left. “I just heard a baby’s cry in your house, Brand?” I asked pointing my finger at the direction from where the cries of the baby coming. “It’s Emma, a small bundle of cuteness whom my Mom is babysitting for the day. Emma is Mom’s neighbour’s daughter. Mom volunteers to take care of her. Mom’s husband also helps her.” Brandon told me. Mrs. Bobby married another man who was a middle-class man after divorcing Brandson’s father. They were leading a happy married life.