Hija Y Madre Novels & Stories

She glanced at my new appearance while blinking. She exhaled, "What the fuck?" similar to what she had just yelled at Roland for stating. "Mabella? Hija?" Hey, madre, I said with a warm smile. Even if my mother and I didn't always get along and were at opposite ends of a fairly broad spectrum, she was still my mother. She reached out and tightly embraced me. She held me at arm's length and examined me before releasing me. She smiled and said, "Mabella.. you look so grown up. You look just like your abuela." identical to your namesake. As she tucked my hair behind my ear, she grinned. The question is, "How did this happen, Hija?"

Jay followed the rules. "Mother why come anyway. "It was a great time," said Dita. Mother hit him again. "What did you say? Say it again." Dita fought him and was silent, mama Jay came. "My lady is here?"ask Jay's mother. Mother and father turned to mama Jay, mother smiled and nodded gently. They left Jay and Dita in the room. "Can our parents get along?"asked Dita. "I don't know," said jay.

She said loudly so that everyone could hear the Elythrea did not do well. "And where did you get that video! Do we know if they just edited their faces there!" Elythrea's mom shouted. She is defending Elythrea because who is the mother who will not defend her child even if what is being done is wrong, right? like mother like daughter.

Mom shook her head, her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed. “How could that not feel right? All you ever told us was that Matt was perfect, that he was her soul mate, like the two of them were halves of an orange. "A woman shouldn't be like that," Jenna said, rising to stand beside him. mommy. The two made a stark contrast, my mother still in her black lawyer suit. charcoal and Jenna in a turquoise top and one of her flowy hippie skirts, with her hair golden and wet rippling down the shoulder.

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.

a sound, she looked at the child-raising her hand and squealed: "Rose, she wants you to hold her, right?" Rose nodded: "Yes, do you want to hold it?" Mia nodded, and Matthew beside her also added one more sentence: "I'll give it to Jennifer to hold her so she can get used to the feeling of being a mother." Henry immediately rebutted his best friend with a faltering tone: "My sister Jennifer is only 26 years old, how can she be a mother? You're 35 years old, you're not married yet, and you tell her to prepare to be a mother?"

Aunt Celine asked. “Is that what is the most important thing to be discussed right now?” I asked her, my voice cracking a little. Are they not even going to care about how I feel after knowing that? “Don’t be ridiculous, Mia!” My mother scoffed. “I am and always have been your mother.” She told me. “But did you give birth to me too?” I asked her without missing a beat. “A mother is not one who gives birth to the baby.” She replied, trying to act strong as her eyes filled up with tears which she was trying hard to ignore.

Jessica urged in anticipation before the woman proceeded. "Many years ago, after the pack was destroyed and your mom, Haley was taken away with her mate" "Wait...my mom has a mate???". Jessica interrogated. "Yes...". Beka responded. "Demond greyson ". She added. "But...how is that possible when John Halsey is my father???". Jessica asked, confused and wondering if it could be that she has two mates. The woman sighed,"You will know it only if you listen to my lady". Beka said.

"Don’t overwork yourself, hija." "I'm fine mom. I get more tired whenever dad is trying to control my life." She confessed. And then sighed. "Hija, please understand your father. You might not see it now, but he is just protecting you." She explained. That’s what they always say. But her answer is different whenever it's coming from her father. It's different when she hears it from her mother because her mother speaks to her gently and she always has a soft heart when it comes to her mom. She does not want to argue with her.

I look at my mother to make sure what I heard is true, and when I see her face full of tears, I immediately release her hands. "What do you mean she's not my real mother?" "My love, I…" I interrupt her before she can continue. I feel so much resentment towards my parents at this moment that I don't want to hear anything they have to say. I hate knowing that this woman is not my real mother and that only Rachel and Brianna are her real daughters.