Novel & Cerita I'm Not Your Mommy.com

She couldn't believe it when I told her yesterday and since then she's been repeating the same and now it's honestly irritating the heck out of me. "Ok, that's enough now stop being dramatic about". I said trying to not sound nervous. Am nervous because I don't know if he's going to like the outfit I'll be choosing for our date tonight, and for God sake it's Alex we're talking about the world's most influential businessman. "Hey mom, stop being nervous okay?. it's going to alright and besides aunt Anna and I are here to help you out". She said looking at Anna. "Yep don't worry, we'll be your personal stylists." Anna said to the both them doing the dramatic hair flip.

His not real "Honey calm down" my mom says coming near me. In reflex I stand up to pick up the scissors that are on my desk "Don't fucking touch me. I'm not crazy . His not real . He fucking can't be . I - I love him mom but - but he left me " I say sobbing so hard that my tears are now burning my eyes "Honey I need you to calm down. I don't know what happened but who are you talking about" my mom looks between Bella and Dad for answers. They just shrug looking scared

me completely exposed to you mommy. In my defense, if I have made you feel uncomfortable, all I can say is- I love you and I'm sorry. Sorry that I have fallen so madly in love with the most stunning, most alluring, and most gorgeous creature on this fair earth of ours...my mother. Love, Jimmy

"Impudent!" I fell to the floor, staring up at Audrey's cold face. My heart was full of despair. "Why did you even give birth to me, Mom?" For the first time, I called her that. "You should've just let me die…"

Mom requested. ****

That wasn't possible. "Mom?" . #TBC

Mom sat down across from her, spine straight, carrying herself a hundred times better than this woman. Vivian's eyes landed on Mom's face. "So what skincare do you use?" Mom set down her cup, sounding mildly surprised. "Oh, I don't really use skincare. A bit of sun, plenty of water, and that's it." Vivian's grip on her cup tightened. She managed a stiff smile, her eyes sweeping over Mom. "No wonder. Well, you'll have to start taking better care of yourself. You're not exactly a sweet young twenty-something men dote on, like us."

*eye roll emoji* EMomma: Oh crap, I shouldn’t have said that last part. Please ignore it. I cringed as I realized the implications of what I had just told him. EMomma: I am not looking for a father figure for my kids. Nor am I looking for a sugar daddy or something weird like that. I frowned, hoping maybe I’m not coming off as weird as I know I sound. Because, of course, I managed to come off super cringe to the one guy who didn’t start with a line or proposition.

“That’s not true! We are going to jail! I am going to jail and it’s because of you! Mommy I don’t want to go to jail, please mommy… I don’t want to go to jail!!” “Oh, my goodness… enough!” I cried out, my voice high enough to cut off every cry. “No one’s going to jail here! You’re not going to jail, Miles so stop crying! This is the reason I don’t want you all surfing the internet and checking out trash! You keep seeing things that get you making ridiculous conclusions like this and getting scared for no reason!” Silence rang out through the table, everyone’s eyes fixed on my agitated self. And still, one little voice dared to ask again, “Am I really not going to jail, mommy?”

When I mentioned it to him, he didn’t seem to know what I was speaking about, so I wasn’t sure. Maybe he and I were meant to be together and it was something normal whenever someone found their soulmate? If that were true, you’d think there would be posts online and books about it everywhere, and I had never heard of such a thing. Maybe my mom knows something about it. “Mama? You here?” I hollered as I entered the house, closing the door behind me. “In here,” I heard her response from her office. My mom was a blogger, and she posted all about nature around the world, she was quite a traveler once before I was born. “How was your drive?” She asked.