Just Like Mama Novels & Stories

Something inside her, the part that used to flinch at invitations she wasn’t ready for, the part that worried about expectations, softened. This wasn’t pressure. It wasn’t performance. It was just an offering. “I’d love to,” she said, surprising herself with how easy it felt. The diner smelled like syrup and stories. Old vinyl booths lined the walls, their seats cracked and patched. The menus were laminated and slightly sticky, corners curled from years of use. The waitress called them “sweetheart” like it was a prayer instead of a habit. They slid into a booth by the window, the streetlight outside flickering and casting their table in alternating gold and shadow. Raegan set her groceries o

she spoke up. "Mama Kate!" the female voice shouted happily. "You need to break up with your man. He's making me fix his beat-up truck while I'm wearing heels. Run, woman. This is how he treats wom—" "Can you shut up, you little rat?" I couldn't help laughing at the familiar words. I believe, once upon a time, my father called me a little rat. "Mama Kate, dump his ass. I'll do it for you. You are hereby declared single, you black giant bit—"

I lowered my hands with a sad expression, feeling hurt that they didn't even want me back. I turned to Maverick, who was struggling not to laugh and had turned around to hide his smile. "Sorry, I'll just go back and spend the rest of the time before returning," I said, turning toward the door to leave. "Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother!" they both sang in unison, and I stopped in my tracks. "Welcome home, Mommy!" "Welcome home, honey," I also hear Maverick's voice and I turned around and saw the three of them now holding cardboard.

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."

The poor baby, so new into the world and already chaos. “Hey hey, shhh little one, mommy is going to be ok I promise,” Liam says in the softest tone I have ever heard. The gentleness in his voice seemed to be soothing Xavier for I didn’t hear anymore sounds coming from him. I can sense Liam is crying over his mate. The love he has for this woman runs so deep that even in the darkest of moments his love would not falter. I don’t know what caused Ella to leave but I pray she finds her way back to Liam. I land the jet at the Haven pack house and head over to the baby. He is starting to fuss again so I decide to unbuckle him from his car seat and carry him in my arms. The poor babe must be missi

Not just pride… but happiness. Mommy would be proud.

Today of all days, I should have known it would be from Mama. Mama: Happy Birthday, my Sweet Pea!!! Daddy and I can’t wait to see you at breakfast today! I love you… bigger than Pi is infinite! A tear slips out of my eye while reading her text message. Mama always knows how to make me feel loved. When she uses our love phrase, the one we’ve had for as long as I can remember, it makes me feel like a carefree kid again. Back when I used to enjoy the early mornings; the adventure of a new day and what I could learn from it.

- Jobert "We can't do anything, we lock the gate and if we went outside maybe we are a goner already"- Jester JM went silent and cry beside me it is so hard to believe "is Mama safe?"-JM JM looks to his father eyes Papa went to JM and hug him "don't worry Mama is alright"- Bobby even though Papa said she is alright but deep inside of my mind saying that my mother is in danger even though she is at the overseas we count our foods and now that we have an extra mouth to feed

"Him...who?" "My new friend, Mama. The rare one."

“They’re friends?! What?!” “Yeah, your mom and my mom were childhood friends.” “Wow, just...wow.” “No, that’s not even half of the story. That’s not that shocking part of it. My mom used to like your mom.” “Huh? Well, who doesn’t like my mom? She was liked by everyone before that’s why Mallory—” “No, no, no, a different type of like. My mom used to like her more than a friend. She likes her just like how I like you, get it?”