Novel & Cerita Jackerman Mother Warmth Ep 2

What’s with the unease I’m seeing now? "I definitely think I’m missing some pieces to this story,” I say cautiously. Though It’s not my strongest skill, I manage - miraculously - to force myself to just be quiet and not launch a thousand accusations at him. I am literally biting my tongue. Jack meets my eyes. "My mother is - and always has been - a total nightmare," he says, disdain etched on his face. "That didn't change or get amplified when she was turned, but it did unfortunately, seem to give her more permission to be vicious.”

she yells and winks at me. “What’s a bitch?” Curious Melinda asks out of nowhere. “Mum’s mother,” Miranda answers. Sienna laughs out and I glare at her. “Oh, a bitch is someone in jail,” Melinda mumbles thoughtfully. “Does that make mum’s dad a dog? He is in jail too,” Melinda asks. “Enough of the question Melinda,” Malcolm says. He takes my hand and pulls me away from Sienna and the twins. His lips met mine in a slow and passionate kiss, filled with promises of the future that lay ahead of us.

She remarked, her voice imbued with a forced cheerfulness, "Such a radiant day outside, isn't it, darling?" But young Alfred, despite his tender years, possessed an uncanny ability to discern beneath the surface. His perceptive blue eyes, a mirror to his father’s, scanned his mother's face. "Mama," he ventured, an undercurrent of worry lacing his words, "your eyes betray a story different from your words. They're clouded, distant, as though lost in some profound thought."

Jessica finally answered her best friend. “James Lambert is the name of the account that keeps sending you money every month, right?” Tammy asked again. “Maybe he's someone your mother knew after you left the country, and that's why you don't know anything about him. I don't think you can ignore the possibility that it's your mother who keeps sending you money. A mother is more like a block of ice than a rock. A mother can sometimes be harsh towards her daughter, but that violence will eventually melt away because of her love. You shouldn't underestimate your mother's love for you, sis.”

Jems’ mum was on the couch watching TV. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun with a few strands falling across her face. She was wearing a pink jersey, shorts, and socks while eating a bag of chips. Just then, Jems, who had just gotten back from school, opened the door and walked in with Derick. “Mum!” Jems screamed as she ran up to her mum to give her a hug. “My love, I’ve missed you,” Emily said as she hugged her daughter. “And who might this be?” she asked, looking at Derick.

My back hits the wall behind me and I slide down it until I’m sitting on the floor with my hand on my cheek and my mouth open and no sound coming out. I don’t understand. I was telling the truth. I was using my good manners voice. I was just saying what’s real. I don’t understand why the truth made her hand come at my face. “Don’t you EVER call that woman your mother.” Jessica is above me and her voice is shaking and her hand is still in the air. “I am your mother. I CARRIED you. She sews JACKETS. That does not make her your MOTHER.”

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.

Jack rushes back and sits behind her, joining our hug. "He will be safe here baby, he soothes, we will make sure that piece of shit gets punished for all of this. Calm down, baby please",he kisses her head. After twenty minutes, she calms, and Jordan comes back, looking clean and a little better. He looks shyly around before waiting to come with us to the kitchen. Emma tries to get up, but I stand with her and head in the huge kitchen. Jack gets out the sub stuff and all the chips we have before I ease her in a seat. As they three start making subs, I head to my office to call Alpha Hunter.

"Who is Axel? Who is this man? And what does he do? I can't sit down and accept it or just watch. I need to fix everything, I need to get out of here. I have had enough information, I don't need his good deeds, I need to know where Brandon is and what he has done with him. Did he bury him? Is he dead? Oh my God. I can't allow another person's death. If I was smart enough mum wouldn't have died, she wouldn't have- I was so close to tell my mum about my new job. But then the traffic thing happened. A vivid memory, one that cannot be taken away. ****flashback*** "I think they are home" "Darling, did you leave the television on?" Her mom asked as she dished her food and was about to cut the chic