Jude Bellingham Mom Novels & Stories

Oh how much I missed her this past few days even though we've been talking on phone, I still missed her. " I see you've met your grand kids?. "Yes dear, and they are so adorable. You know Damien is so handsome I won't be surprised when we start having girls lined up our doors and Lisa she's already a beauty, and Emma, that munchkin is going to be a real beauty when she grows up. She rambled. Damien and Lisa who were standing behind her gave a shy smile. "Mum, You know they are behind you right?. "So? it's the truth. And people there's my mum always so straight forward.

Jett said impatiently. “Yes. I’m proud to introduce our daughter Jordyn and our son Jude.” I said. “Jordyn and Jude Docker! Damn right we are keeping all ‘J’ names!” Jett said like a big kid. “Wait until I tell mom!” “Wait a minute, Jett. I will tell mom. Perhaps you should video call her.” I said. “Say no more, bro!” He said, smiling and pulling out his phone. As soon as my mom picks up, “Jett, how are things?”

I demanded as I handed him my number. Judith comes jogging out to us. “Your Dad needs you inside.” “Ok, off I go. Thanks again.” “Thank you. See you later.” Matt states as he jogs off. “What’s dad need?” I ask Judith. “I am not sure, but he doesn’t seem happy.”

Rolling his eyes, JD ended the call. Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he walked into the classroom and went to his history teacher and swim coach. “I was on the phone with my dad. Sorry.” “Everything OK?” “I don’t know. He never calls.” “Go call your mom.” She smiled at him. “Thanks, coach.” He nodded and walked back out of the room. He went to a small atrium and called his mom. “Hey, sweetie, is everything OK?” Helen asked over the phone.

Mom reminds him. “I don’t want her to have to wait until she is 3 or 4 to have a good mom. Mom has taught me what a mother should be and I want to pass that to Bella, my daughter, Bella.” “What is her full name?” Mom asks. “Isabella Marcella Bazin,” I tell them. “I need time to process this,” Dad says and I hear him walk away. “Mom,” I call out. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m still here,” Mom says.

In her thirties probably, and there’s a man standing beside her. I know him. He’s Mr. Walker, Jude’s dad. I’ve seen him once or twice at school during parents’ meetings, and ‘that’s Jude Walker’s dad’ was whispered all around. The woman looks young, way too young to be his mother. Besides, she’s not blonde, and one among Jude’s parents must have been blonde for him to get his gorgeous hair from.

Judi's mother said, and she couldn't help crying even more sadly. Hearing this, Judi condensed his eyebrows, "How did you know?" "I saw it." "Where?" "That little girl, came to me, not much older than you, well... Mom now has the desire to die. I have spent my whole life with your dad and treated him wholeheartedly. How could he treat me like this." Judi pursed her lips, the expression on her face was already a bit ugly. "Mom, don't cry, you have me, I will support you. You will stay at home now and do nothing. I will go back tomorrow ."

'' My mother adds. ''Mom.'' I mutter. Alex ignores me as he keep on looking at my mom, ''Ah, really?'' He nods a bit. ''Yes,'' She turns to me, ''Athena, is he perhaps someone... I know?'' ''Well, he's a footballer, dad knows him.'' I shrug, not really paying attention to them. My mother's eyes widen once more before smiling widely, ''Oh right! That's why. Your father watches football too much that I end up watching with him. You're the player from Spain aren't you?''

But like Jesse said, moms will be moms. “You’re right,” mom sighed finally. “I know you two will be fine,” “But please, call us anyway,” Jenny added. “We will,” Judah said as he hugged his mom. “I’ll miss you ma,” “I’ll miss you too, sweetheart,” Jenny started crying as she leaned her face into Judah’s neck. I glanced at my mom who was getting teary eyed too and I hugged her. “I’m gonna call you every day,” I said to her and she broke out in tears.