Jackerman Mother's Warmth Ep 2 Novels & Stories

I felt a knot form in my stomach, “Great. So he’s not just some disgruntled ex. He’s a real threat. This complicates things.” “Exactly,” Jack replied, his jaw tightening, “Amanda needs to be careful, and so do we. If this guy finds out she’s reached out to us, who knows what he’ll do?” Before I could respond, I caught sight of Mother entering the living room, her presence instantly shifting the atmosphere. She had that determined look on her face, the one that usually accompanied her attempts at manipulation. “Jack,” she said, her voice smooth but laced with an undercurrent of something more unsettling.

She really wanted to leave here so that what happened to her mother wouldn't happen to Grandma. Alex hugged his wife tightly, "That's not your fault." He calmed her down. “Alex. My father said I killed my Mom. But I’m not. That's why they kicked me out of the house..." ….…………… Meanwhile at Mayor Wellbert's residence there was a commotion that made all the maids astonished. “THAT DAMN BITCH!” Jasmine shouted as she threw away one by one her expensive bags on the floor. She was on rage and her mother, Susan, could only close her eyes and calmed herself so as not to scold her beloved daughter.

“I understand. You wanted to protect him—to make sure he had everything. But I love him, too. And I’ll protect him with everything I have.” Jack’s mother stares at me, stunned into silence. For once, she seems unsure of what to say. Jasmine clears her throat with a bright smile, breaking the heavy quiet. “Well,” she says cheerfully, “that was… intense.” Then she turns toward me. “My Queen, before I forget—your adoptive mother said she’ll be here when you give birth.”

I went over to hug her. She chuckled. "That's it? You made me come in on my day off just because of a little PT exhaustion?" My mom seemed to be in better spirits lately. It seemed she was finally starting to get past the loss of my father. "Please, Mom," I begged. "I think there's something wrong. Jasmine's never passed out like that before." "Okay, Blake," she smirked. "Jasmine, do you want your mate here while I check you over? Because I can kick him out."

My head was hazy, and my vision spun. "Well, well, enjoying your cozy little life, are you? Not only were you responsible for my son's death, but you also left Sarah to fend for herself without a care. Today, I'm going to see exactly how deep your shamelessness runs." The woman standing before me was none other than Jeremy's mother, Alice Burnett. Before I could even speak, she dug her nails into my face and clawed at me relentlessly. Though I empathized with her grief over losing her child, I knew I was blameless.

Because if history had proven anything, it was that Cali men didn’t stay innocent for long. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Jeremy found them in the nursery an hour later. His presence filled the doorway, his sharp gaze scanning over both women before settling on JJ. Mama didn’t look up when she spoke. “You should hold him more.” Jeremy raised a brow. “I do.” Mama finally met his stare, her gaze unreadable. “Not enough.” Jeremy let out a slow breath, rolling his shoulders before stepping inside, his movements smooth, controlled, deliberate. He came to a stop in front of the rocking chair, looking down at the tiny bundle wrapped in white.

She must be the one that poured water on me and who is she anyway? "Who are you and what right do you have to pour water on me in such cold weather?!" I snapped. She scoffs. I'm still freezing to death right now. "You have got some nerves as the woman that raised you," the woman said. She sounds like she knows me and my mother. "I ask you who you are and why you poured cold water on me knowing fully well that I must be freezing to death since I slept outside." I grime "She is my mother and she poured water on you because it's time for you to wake up and do the chores," Jake said icily as he approached us. What! She is his mother, she doesn't actually appear on television so I can't recognize

She sat beside her mother for a moment as her parents watched the news, then her mother reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, smiling. “I’m going to bed.” Jasmine rose to her feet and kissed the top of her mother’s head. “Oh, my!” A broad smile spread across her mother’s face. “That’s another thing I’d like to speak with you about.” Jasmine let out a deep breath. “I’d like us to be a bit more affectionate, if we can.” Her mother nodded, squeezing her hands. “I’d like that, too, dear.” “Okay, as long as we don’t all start sinking Kumbaya or something,” her father grumped, never taking his eyes off the screen.

Agent Jane watched as Rashonda started rocking back and forth on the bed while caressing her son’s arm. The FBI agent came and sat beside Rashonda on the bed while smiling at three-year-old Jamal. Jamal studied the wrinkles on the face of this white woman sitting next to his mother. Rashonda kept her attention on her baby and she kissed Jamal’s fingers. The young mother felt the tension in her body dissolving a little. She watched as her son used his small fingers to draw across his mother’s shoulder.

“My mother is originally from a pack in the northwest, but she moved here with my father when he found her to be his mate.” “Hmm,” Jack looked at him curiously. “Well, it’s great to meet a man our Ela has spoken only good things about for the last several months. Meeting you first must be a great relief to her,” Jack said, squeezing my shoulder a bit tighter. He does that action often when he is acting protective. It’s like he’s trying to lend me some of his strength. Again, it’s a familiar touch Cherum used to do to try and comfort me. “I’m here too,” another familiar voice spoke up from behind Cherum. My smile slid off my face, knowing that this was inevitable.