Novel & Cerita I Became The Hero's Mom

"Mommy’s here. You're safe now, my love. No one will ever hurt you again." She hiccupped, her little fingers gripping my dress. "I-I was so scared! I'm... I'm glad you're back mommy." I held her closer, my throat tightening. "I know, baby. I know. But it's over now, I'm never leaving you again." She sniffled, her small hands cupping my face. "You’re really strong, Mommy. Just like a hero! I want to be like you!" I let out a breathless laugh, wiping my tears. "No, sweetheart. I’m your mother. And there is no one I wouldn't destroy for you, also, you'll be much stronger than me in the future because our kind is rare and extremely powerful."

"Do you love him!? You and I know that you've been waiting for Hero all this while. Imagine yourself getting married to each other, and from nowhere, your Hero appears. What are you going to do?" "but you told me he's the one, mum." "Whoever the person is, he will find you. It can be him or anyone." "No, I don't want it to be him."Her words were true. I would be caught between an anvil and a hammer. She said it right and planned well, "Well then, I'm only going to look for my Hero." "How do you feel about Matt now?" "I'm fine, Mom. I need to find my Hero. At least, even if he's a pauper, I own my life." I concluded.

You still need to follow doctor’s orders so don’t cry too much, alright? As Hero reaches out to touch the older woman on her hospital gown’s shoulder, carefully avoiding the bandages on her body, he catches his mother’s raised eyebrow and small smirk at him calling Lyra’s mother, Mommy Celia. He rolls his eyes in response making sure his Mama sees it and only receives a wider and more mischievous smile from the classy matriarch.

Sophia looked it over. It was a writing assignment. Who is your hero? The child looked nervous. "I picked you." Sophia blinked. "What?" The child nodded enthusiastically. "I wrote about you." Suddenly everyone nearby became interested. Patrick abandoned his argument. Dominic put down the spatula. Even Pasquale looked up. "Let's hear it," he said. The child immediately began reading. "My hero is my mom because she always helps people and never gives up." Sophia immediately felt emotional. "She takes care of our family even when things are hard."

Clicked into place. I wasn't just a girl who had lost her love anymore. I was a mother. I had a reason to keep going. "Hi, baby," I whispered. "I'm your mama. And your papa... your papa is a hero. I'll tell you about him someday." For the first time since I left, I smiled. I touched my stomach which was still flat, still hiding our secret. I didn't know if he was searching. I didn't know if he hated me. I didn't know anything except that I would love him forever.

How do I tell him his father is ten floors up, engaged to a woman who hates us? A warm weight settles on the small of my back. It's Timothy. He gently slides the phone from my paralyzed fingers. "Hey, Champ. It's Uncle Tim. Listen, about that truck—and the other thing. I’ve got a secret for you. Real superheroes don't always come from stores. Sometimes they're already right there, protecting you from the shadows. Your mom is a superhero, Charlie. And superheroes are worth ten regular daddies, right?" My eyes water as I watch Timothy pace the room, spinning a brilliant story about why having a superhero mom is better than regular daddies. I feel oxygen slowly enter my lungs again.

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

She steps away from Mason and walks toward me, her small hand reaching up to touch my leg. “Hero daddy,” she says. “You should go. You should go to your mummy.” I look down at her, my eyes stinging with tears. “Maddie. I… I don't want to leave you.” Maddie shakes her head, a small smile playing on her face. “It's okay. Our mummy always says that children are the strength of their mother. Your mummy needs her strength right now. She needs you to be her hero.” I look at Maddie in pure pride. My heart swells until it feels like it might burst. The twins’ mother… she must be a really amazing woman.

There were many emotions flashing in her eyes, and the biggest one was the overwhelming sense of regret. “Mom should never have met Richard! I shouldn't have talked to him! I should.. I should..” “Shh!!” I hugged my mother's trembling body tightly, stroking her head gently. Even before going back in time, I knew mama was a strong woman. But I didn't think that the sadness that Mama had to endure was this big! “To me, mama is my hero! So stop saying that mama is a bad woman!” I mumbled in my mother's ear.

"Because some choices are about who we want to be, not what we want to have. And I wanted to be someone who saves innocent children. Even when it costs everything." "That's very brave, Mom." "Or very stupid. I'm still not sure which." "Both. Both is good." Euna hugged her. "I love you. And I'm proud you chose right even when it was hard. That's what heroes do." "I'm not a hero, baby. I'm just a mom trying not to screw up too badly." "Same thing."