Mary Bailey Grandmother Novels & Stories

"Your father has left for work, I believe, and your mother... Well, I haven't seen her this morning, to be honest." "Well, take me to my grandmother!" Melina's aggressive and demanding ways were nothing strange to Grey because he had served the Hayes family, long before Melina or any of the grandchildren were born... long before Mr. Hayes betrayed his wife. "Sure, Miss Melina. Please follow me." Butler Gary responded calmly as he walked past her. It didn't take long for them to get to the all-white, marble living room, and when Melina saw her grandmother, sitting on a chaise lounge in the middle of the room with one leg crossed over the other, a book in her lap, she rushed past Butler Grey.

“Don’t be confused my child, where I’m from it is believed that we are governed by unseen beings and if I had expressed my joy earlier in the plane, something bad may have happened. But my God won’t allow it, that is why I closed my mouth throughout and prayed to him,” Arlene looked at the old lady in a confused manner and forced a smile up her lips pretending to understand what she was saying. Although she was half-caste she had never been to Africa, but she knew she was from Niagua, a country in Africa. The old lady slid her phone into her hand bag and prepared to get off the plane like everyone else with a smile plastered on her face, which Arlene found weird.

Jessica brought Jim into the door in person. Hammer and his wife were standing waiting for them. And Old Master Bailey was also there waiting. Seeing his grandson coming back, Old Master Bailey immediately called with a big smile on his face, "Come on, give Grandpa a hug!" Jim ran into the arms of Old Master Bailey, and asked in a childish voice, "Grandpa, will mommy blame me?" Mrs. Bailey was sobbing behind them, "Mommy won't blame you. Mommy loves you more than anything..."

With the passage of time hammering away at its duty, it would be next to impossible for Madam Lilian to recognize Bailey. "Madam, is the lady on TV really the noble lady who paid a visit the other day?" Bailey stared at the TV with her somewhat blurry eyes and asked curiously. She was not well-educated, and her daily task was to take good care of Sara. This had been her mission since childhood. Even after she got married and had a husband and a child, it had remained unchanged. For decades, her routines had been the same. After her husband had died a few years ago, she had devoted herself to keeping Sara company.

Bailey chuckled and Colton looks amused. "Well, that's interesting. I'll leave you two to chatter about it. Because I know Bailey wants to" he geeks before walking away. I frown at Bailey for telling him that, but she's giggling behind her husband's back, so I throw the table napkin at the side of her head. "That was a horrible night I don't want to remember" I sigh, sitting on a stool. Bailey sits next to me. "Tell me about it" "I already did. The guy was talking so much. Telling me about his grandma, how color orange saved his life...." I groan. "....who does that!"

There was an obscene amount of blood. Bailey couldn’t focus on anything else. It was pooled in the floor, someone had smeared it on the countertop near the kitchen sink, and there were streaks across the front of the large stainless steel fridge. Her grandfather had not been moved, still laying facedown in the floor like a discarded doll. He was smaller than she remembered. Shrunken, aged, different. Jonas Fee had been larger than life. Proud, loud, and equal parts beloved and hated. He was a driven taskmaster, a military genius, and the kindest man Bailey had ever known.

"Hazel didn’t even invite my dad. She didn’t treat my dad as family first, so it’s okay if my dad didn’t prepare a gift, right?" "However, Hazel, accepting Grandpa Omar as your god-grandfather is a good thing, but the way it’s being reported online doesn’t match what really happened. Aren’t you going to manage that?" Bailey now spoke with a calm tone, completely different from the hot-tempered person she once was. ***

She says before walking away with a huge grin on her face. “ She can be dramatic at times.” I say but Marcus shakes his head. “ She cares about you like her own.” He points out and he is right about that. Grandma Helen never differentiated between Bailey and I. To her, I am her granddaughter as much as Bailey is. The party continues late into the night. Bailey and Orion leave early because Bailey's back is hurting, but not before giving me a present that is supposed to complete the night. After most of the guests have left, it's just Marcus and me.

She said in anger and ends the call. "Was that Carlos?" Bailey asked. "Yes." Gabby puts down her phone. "Is he okay?" Bailey being her motherly self asked. "A nagging brother is always okay." They both chuckled. "Does he nags you that much?" "Grandma, you can't imagine what I do go through." Gabby puts. "I think I do." Bailey smile. "Grandma are you ready to tell me the stories now?" "Ready as ever." They both smile and Gabby sat up on her bed to listen to grandma Bailey stories.