Mamás Cogiendo A Sus Hijos の小説・ストーリー

The woman, pale and weary, looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears. "Kieran? Saffron?" she breathed, her voice a fragile whisper. With a strength that belied her frail appearance, she reached for both of them, pulling her children into a fierce, desperate embrace. “My children,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I missed you. I missed you both so much. You’ve both grown so strong all alone.” “I missed you so much, Mother,” Saffron sobbed, hugging her tight. The two women cried for a long time, held by Kieran, who wiped at his own eyes as he patted their backs.

When he comes back down, she accompanies him, looking very anxious. "All set, love, let's go." He then picks me up, causing me to let out a small scream. "Put me down, Massimo! I can walk; you don't need to carry me like this to the truck." He completely ignores me, and we head to the exit. "Please, Mrs. Marion, take care of my children." I ask her before leaving. "Of course, ma'am, don’t worry." She takes my children's hands and goes upstairs with them.

"Mama, I’m here." Her mother stood. The photograph fell from her hands. She took two steps, three, and then she was holding Eliana, and Eliana was holding her, and they were both crying, both shaking, both clinging to each other with the desperation of people who had been lost in a storm and had finally found the shore.

I handed the red rope to him and added, "You'll have to carry her down the mountain if we want to leave this place." Only I could see the furious babies' spirits surrounding us at that moment. They were usually quite cute, but their faces would contort into ugly, grotesque expressions whenever they got angry. Normally, it would be very difficult to take the ghost mother away since we were in their territory. We were trying to steal their mother away, after all. However, things were different since the person taking Soleil away was her own father. The babies could yearn for their mother, but they couldn't stop us.

A man who didn't lose and didn't forget. I am one woman with six toddlers and eleven months of savings left. She pressed the scoop against her forehead. I am an egg throwing myself at a concrete wall. "Mom?" She looked up. Six small silhouettes stood in the kitchen doorway, each one clutching a bottle, each one watching her with eyes that were — heartbreakingly — too perceptive for three-year-olds. They padded across the tile and crowded into her lap, around her legs, against her sides — warm and solid and smelling like baby shampoo. Sloane opened her arms and gathered as many of them as physics allowed.

she said. "Use the money to take care of your life. You can see your mother, she's conscious now" Paige hurriedly ran to her mother's room and saw her eating. "Mom?" She called out and walked to her. "P..Paige" she stammered. Her voice was so low. "I'm here mom, I'm here" Paige replied and touched her mother's face. She collected the food from her and fed her slowly with tears in her eyes. Her mother was going to die very soon. It was better she spent her last days with her.

They began screaming, stepping toward Aya, and as they reached her, they all stayed beside their mother, the boys wrapping their arms to their mommy and the girls to their eldest sister. “Let’s attack the sea monster! Rawr!” Aya released an adorable growl, splashing water at me and giving my kids a chance to strike. They began to splash water at me, but I continued to advance and caught Sapphire. “I got one baby.” She screamed as I carried her, imprisoning her in my arms and planting tiny kisses on her cheeks. “Mommy, save me!” she giggled, extending her arm and reaching for Aya.

I nod and take the pictures of my babies from my coat before hanging it up, and press it into my mother's hand before I gently guide Summer into the chaos that is my childhood home. "Alessi!" Mom shouts from behind me. "What the fuck is this!"