Home Alone 2 Mother Novels & Stories

Bush said with a reassuring smile. "I understand, Mother. I do, but... how will you manage? You’ll be alone." "I’m here, you know?" Mrs. Hail interjected. "I'm here, you know?" Mrs. Hail suddenly interjected. Grace ignored her and took her mother's hands in hers. “Mother, I do want us to be happy together, but if I leave you alone, I won’t be able to rest or work well…” “I know, dear, but I’m not alone. Hail—” Mrs. Bush began.

"I'll be fine, mother. We found her, she needs a little time to come to terms with her powers." "You don't have to kill yourself in the process of waiting for this woman to find her footing." "I've held on this long, it was a minor crisis, mother. I don't see how that can get me killed." I squeezed her hands reassuringly but the look on her face told me she wasn't convinced. "Jace you can't continue staying in this big house alone, move in with me..." Without letting her conclude, I shook my head which made her frown. My mother lived in isolation on the outskirts of town and as an alpha, I needed to stay closer to the people.

K found my mother sitting in the parlor, staring out the window, lost in thought. "Mom," I said softly, taking a seat beside her. "I have been thinking...maybe it would be better if you moved in with me for a while, you shouldn't be alone here," She turned to me, her eyes filled with a sadness that broke my heart. "Clara this is my home, I can't just leave it behind." "But you are not really living here anymore," I replied gently. "This place is too big for just one person now," "But I'm not alone," she tried to sound strong. "I have the maids...the guards... And," her voice trailed off and she turned away avoiding my eyes.

I finished shopping and Tristan volunteered to take me home in his car, and what other way to tell that this was the right opportunity that I was waiting for. We came home together, Daniella was busy massaging My Mother-in-law's leg and when she saw me coming inside, she immediately leaned away, came over and helped me with the luggage.. "Wow! Such a beautiful home, but I kinda feel like I've been here before". Tristan's eyes couldn't stop looking all over the place. . Mother-in-law heard us talking and immediately jerked up from l lying on the couch.. "Hey, Tristan, why are you here?".

She looked fresh out of college. Her appearance was ordinary, but her voice was gentle and soft when she spoke. My intuition as a woman told me she was exactly who I was looking for. Sure enough, the second she saw me, she panicked. Her face went deathly pale, and her hands trembled uncontrollably, like she had just come face-to-face with a wild animal. "I-Is there something you need at the s-school?" Her voice shook so badly that she could barely get the words out. Yet, she had the nerve to announce in the group chat that she was Tony's mother.

He spoke fluent English, calling out to Mary as soon as they entered the house, "Ms. Mary, I’ll make you feel good." Mary, with her chest pushed forward and a wrinkled smile on her face, eagerly led him straight to her bedroom. My heart raced, and I quickly hid in the bathroom. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen—why would my mother-in-law, who’s over fifty, bring a Black man home like this? Did Charles Hunter, my father-in-law, know about this?! I tiptoed to the door, and the sounds coming from inside made my face flush with embarrassment.

With a dismissive gesture, she brushed past me. Gently rubbing my throbbing jaw, I wince at the lingering sting from her powerful slap. My heart races as I trail after her into the dimly lit living room, only to find it deserted, devoid of any sign of life. Panic seizes me like a vice, squeezing the air from my lungs as I grapple with the unsettling realization that I am alone in this ominous silence. My mother, unpredictable in her moods, can oscillate between tender warmth and chilling cruelty when provoked.

He didn’t need to finish. When he left, the room fell quiet again, the machines humming softly. My mother sank into the chair beside the bed, clutching my father’s limp hand. “He’s all I have left,” she whispered. I looked at her, really looked, and for the first time, I saw not the formidable matriarch who’d tried to control everything, but a woman terrified of being alone.

He never talked down on me and was always there to protect me. Until today, he dumped me for another woman. Although he had a genuine reason for doing it, I still thought he would have given me a chance to sort things out. I entered the sitting room and found it empty. My mother was a seamstress, and the house was always noisy from his sewing machine each day. Seeing how quiet everywhere was and the fact the house was unlocked freaked me out. “Mum!” I screamed, dropping my bag and twitching into the living room. “Where the hell is she when the house is unlocked? What if we were stolen from?" I yelled, gesturing, my eyes still darting around the corner. “Mum, where are you?”

It was my mother. My parents run a string of AirBNBs. One had been a long-term rental, recently vacated, and the guests had left a lot of stuff behind. Dad was unavailable, and Mom asked for my help. The house was two hours away, so I packed a bag. Jackie and I fucked again before I left. The woman energizes me. We even planned for FaceTime sex while I was away. ***