Gambar Mama Novels & Stories

But as I took in the unsympathetic look on my aunt’s face, I realized comfort was a luxury she couldn’t afford to offer me at this moment. And when she finally opened her mouth, her words hit me like a heavy blow. "Jenna, all men cheat. You should be lucky that this one loves you—despite you being an orphan."

She had a baby but kept it away from me? My gaze shifted from the baby to the black-haired woman before returning to Caroline. This woman was simply unbelievable. She would do anything, including the most terrible things. Was it a year since we last saw each other at that restaurant? I'd entirely forgotten about her and didn't realise how quickly time passed. She smiled at me and said, "I couldn't do it, Gerald; I couldn't get rid of it. I suppose I still have a heart, huh? But do you know what I can't do right now? A mother. That is why I brought you this baby."

I'm such a worse. I was about to put back my phone when it suddenly vibrated. My brows knotted when I saw it's an email. I opened it up. My grip on my phone tighten when I saw a picture. A picture of Mom, and a guy wearing all black holding an...injection.

As we arrive at the kitchen,ma and mama are cooking up want seems to be mac and cheese. "Hey you two I was just telling this bimbo that you are expecting"Mama says grinning at Angel and I. "Is it true that I'm going to be a great grandmother" ma excitedly ask. "Yes" I softly reply while rubbing Angel' s belly.

Aisha's mother said "It's okay, but what is your name please, because since you arrived we don't know what to call you or should we just continue with the mama Tehzeeb is calling you?" Hajiya Kaltumi said smiling at what she herself said "Gaskiya kam( you're right) because I think that will be best" Mrs Habiba Tehzeeb mother said smiling too "My name is Gogo Ramatu, you know Tehzeeb is my like my daughter now, so she calling me mama is okay by me because that's what my daughter call me" Gogo Ramatu said

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Strembling. She's awake. But I'll share it with him now. Hurry up. Mara closed his eyes. “Who?” The answer didn't come immediately. Just a picture. An underground space. Water drips from concrete. A chair. A monitor. And on the wall: An old family photo. Mara. Lena. John. A woman. Your mother. Mara opened her eyes. She had never seen this photo before. Because her mother died when she was a baby.

Ty’s cheeks turn pink and she shakes her head. “This fucking family.” She says it like she is mad, but we hear the laughter in her voice. “She weighs seven pounds and three ounces.” Gemma says, walking through the door. Her blond hair swaying behind her as she swoops in and steals Madeline as she squeaks the softest cry. “Hey pretty girl, are you hungry? Hmm? Because mommy’s breasts are screaming, it’s time for you to eat.” She disappears, and Silas looks from Ty to Tilly.

Now I know what tall, dark, and handsome mean. I overhear mama telling Mrs. Shine that he is Brazilian. His thick velvety coat calls out for my mouth to come and caress it. I lick my lips imagining how delicious, how succulent, and how mouthwatering his body tastes. I can't stand this anymore, I have to have him and I have to have him now. I gasp when I feel mama's palm on my back, "Come child, photo time." Oh! brother. I facepalm myself and let mama usher me in front of the cameraman.

I felt like the universe was finally smiling at me but you know what they say, ‘variety is the spice of life’ and all I got were bitter spices. “Good morning, Ma'am. I came to ask you what you feel like eating today and what fruits you would love, since you haven't been eating your apples.” I had grown to love Mary and accept her creepy smile. She took care of me like I was an egg and I loved it. “Erm…I'd love to have lasagna this morning. Is that healthy?” “We can make it as healthy as possible; just right, for you and your baby.” She had noticed. The little Rivera growing inside of me was starting to show off himself to the world. He didn't want to be hidden anymore and as I looked at my l