I'm Not Your Mommy.com Novels & Stories

Norris says. "Thanks for the ride." "No problem. And remember, your mom loves you. If you want to delete that photo on I*******m, I won't be offended. That was a little embarrassing. My mother is a strong-willed woman, too. Good luck today." "Thanks. I'll try to remember that."

I sigh, looking at him. “Doesn’t Quinn like me?” He asked, sadly. “Of course she does,” I said. He looked at me, pouting. “But she doesn’t want to be my mommy,” he said. I sigh. How will I explain to him in a way he will understand? I carried him on my lap. “Liam Quinn is your friend and not your mommy. Daddy and Quinn are not married, so Quinn can’t be your mommy,” I said, stroking his hair.

I'm about to get told how terrible my blog is and how I should have higher standards. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that you aren’t posting about your bad dates any more. It’s such a nice change to see,” Mom said. “It took longer than it should have, but I’m glad you finally came around and saw that your bad dates weren’t leading you anywhere.” If that’s as close to a compliment that I’m going to get from my mom, then I guess I’m just going to have to be happy with it, I thought as I dipped my brush for more paint.

"I can go with you if you..." "Only mommies can come." She meekly said. "Apart from that, Mary made fun of me yesterday, saying that since I don't have a mamma I will bring my father like always. Everyone has a mommy, daddy. Where is my mommy?" Exhaling a shivery breath, I forced a smile at Lelah. I gave her another cookie and she smiled in gratitude. "Your mommy is with the moon goddess, bunny." "Why don't you tell the moon goddess to give her back to me? I need my mommy. Everyone at school talks about their mommies and how much she loves them. I want to talk about her, too."

That little girl was just like her— No mom either. ***

I am a mother. I am home.

“But—” “Then stop worrying,” my mom interrupted. “It won't do your father any good.” “I can't control my emotions!” I protested. “Stop yelling on the phone like a child,” Mom ordered wearily. "You are the heiress of Red Moon Inc. a multi-million dollar company with thousands of employees worldwide. Do you realize the weight of your burden?”

It was one of her comfort potions whenever she had dysmenorrhea, or whenever she was stressed. "Mom, you do realize that I'm already a family man now, right?" Ira chuckled, yanking his mother's hand away from his face. "Please stop squeezing my cheek as if I'm still your five-year-old errand boy." "I know, I know," said Helena, tapping his jaw gently. "Nice to see you again, Miguel," his father greeted him, too. That was the latter's pet name for Ira. "Hey, dad. I'm sorry we came late for the family breakfast."

She didn't even check on her mother today so she went to the telephone to see if she had any message. "Hey, this is the hospital. Check on your mother soon. She needs you" "Hey! This is the hospital. Your mother's case is very critical. We managed to stable her breathing. Please, come to the hospital soon" "Hey Paige, it's Dylan. I've been calling you but you didn't answer my calls. Anyways, I heard you lost your job. I could help you with one if you don't mind. Meet me at the Hot girls club when it's 10pm"

This motherfucking game wasn't over! No. I had to do something. I had to.