Mamás Cogiendo A Sus Hijos Novels & Stories

“That’s right, Carys. I didn’t tell you before to give you a surprise.” His response left me scratching my head. Was I wrong about Bryan again? Did he really love Mom? As I debated in my head, Mom grabbed my hand, her eyes pleading. “We should just be a family, Carys. I know you can’t accept him right now, but I’m carrying his baby.” As much as the situation was upsetting, Mom was pregnant. I would always be sympathetic to Mom. So, I nodded at her. Overjoyed, Mom threw herself into Bryan’s arms.

She cradles our daughter close, helping the hungry little pup latch on as she begins to breastfeed. Watching her feed our baby fills my chest with a wave of emotion so violent it leaves me breathless. I adjust the blanket over them, my large hand lingering on Celine's waist, rubbing slow, comforting circles. We hold each other through the long, quiet hours of the night, trapped in our own perfect bubble of new parenthood.

Ethan beamed proudly as a father of three angelic children would. They returned home to meet Gina who had already set the table. "Mommy!!!" The three of them screamed out in joy of seeing their mother after eight tiring hours in school. Dropping their bags to the ground, they ran to her and held her tightly. Gina fell on her knees as she circled her arms around their body. Hot tears trickled down her eyes. She became filled with emotions as her fingers intertwined with their hair. Ethan couldn't help the wide beam playing on his face as he watched the lovely moment between mother and children.

All I could do was wait patiently for either him or Mother to reveal his intentions. “Come back here! You’ll get me in trouble!” a woman’s frantic scream shattered the peace. Cole’s wife burst into the room, her arms weighed down by shopping bags. She dropped them hurriedly as the maids approached to take them and bolted after her two young children, just three and four years old, who were now darting through the room. She wasn’t fast enough. The little terrors made a beeline straight for me, grabbing onto my legs with all the strength their tiny hands could muster.

@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Effa's laughter filled the air, a symphony of joy echoing across the sun-drenched meadow as she playfully chased her mother through the vibrant wildflowers that swayed gently in the warm breeze. "Mom, you can't catch me!" Effa's voice rang out, her eyes dancing with mischievous delight as she maintained a playful lead. Her mother, the picture of maternal happiness, feigned exhaustion with an exaggerated sigh, her fingers reaching out in an attempt to capture her elusive daughter. "Oh, you're far too quick for me, my darling," she playfully protested.

She had not gotten a very good job that would take care of them to her own taste. Beauty was the last person to rush to her because she had been looking for what only she knew about. Immediately, she ran ahead to her mother and held her legs. " Watch out!" She screamed in fear and lost her balance. " Mommy, sorry!" They rushed after her again immediately she stood up. " It's fine. I almost fell down and you still want to rush after me?" She asked them and smiled. Her three children were one funny children. . " Mommy, where have you been?" Kia asked her with her pouting eyes and frowned.

Although I want nothing more than to scream at him for keeping my babies away from for what felt like forever, I keep the obvious rage inside me so I can relish this sacred moment with my children, knowing well that if I do anything wrong at all that they can could be snatched away from me at the snap of his fingers. So what do I do? I just direct my gaze back to my babies, holding them close as they snuggle their- now that I can see it- their growing bodies?! I hold the two out in front of me and they giggle at my now surprised smile. “What Mama?” Flynn groans, waving his arms so he can hug me again. I shake my head, having to push tears back yet again at the sight of them. “Have you two gr

Carla, with an air of tranquility and warmth, settled into a nearby chair, positioning herself close to offer any assistance I might require. Her presence served as a calming anchor, providing reassurance and support during this new chapter of motherhood. Gently cradling my son against my chest, I marveled at the delicate innocence captured within his cherubic face. His tiny fingers curled instinctively, seeking comfort and nourishment. As I adjusted my posture to ensure a proper latch, a wave of maternal instinct surged within me, replacing any lingering doubt or unease with a profound sense of purpose and determination. With bated breath, I guided him toward my awaiting breast, a surge of

I try not to laugh at her face, which holds a challenge to her gaze. The front door opens and the pups come barrelling in screaming for their mom. I catch them both as they try to jump on Mia. “Mom, mom, mom, are you ok?” They both look like they are going to cry. I place them down on the floor. “No jumping on your mom.” I tell them and they both nod and climb up on the sofa either side of Mia as she hugs them both to her side. Two blonde heads leaning on her chest as she strokes their hair before kissing them both.

"After we have lunch, right, boys?" They nod their heads as they run to me and grab onto me. "No hugs for mommy?" She asks, winking at me. They laugh, and Milla squirms to get down and runs to her mother, who waits with open arms. "Love you," she kisses their foreheads.