Maternal Instincts Novels & Stories

“A helpless newborn. Tell me who paid you or I swear I will make sure you never see your family again.” She tried to pull away but I held tight. Tears filled her eyes but I felt no pity. This woman had walked into my daughter’s nursery with death in her pocket. Maternal instincts I never knew I possessed burned through me like fire. I pressed her back against the wall keeping Maya shielded between us. “Talk. Now.”

If she weren't so tiny, she'd probably be boxing inside my belly by now. I patted my stomach to soothe her and took a deep breath. She was right. Since I was already planning to divorce Frank, why should I keep putting up with this? If my tolerance couldn't earn his loyalty, I might as well go a little crazy and fight more for myself. I walked straight toward Natalia, pulled her out of Frank's arms, and slapped her hard. I hissed in pain as my hand hurt. But it felt so good! The baby giggled inside my belly. "Mommy, you're amazing! That slap sounded so crisp!"

I say and he turns around to stare at me, "She did not come to see me, I have not talked to her at all, not since they locked me up in here." "What? I thought you said she is pregnant." "She is." "How do you know that if she did not come to see you?" Ryan asked, confused. "I am her mother, call it instinct. I can feel it and I could feel it when she found out, she was scared and she needed me to be there for her but I wasn't. "So you are basing this on your motherly instincts?" Ryan asked now pissed. "Yes and I suggest you do the same." "What does that mean?"

You are already being the mother the baby needs. I let out a shaky laugh, half relief, half disbelief. “Being a mother… it feels like stepping into darkness with no light. And yet… I feel something. A pull, a bond I can’t explain. The instinct to protect… it’s stronger than anything else I’ve ever felt.”

“I haven’t seen her all day ... did she go out somewhere without my permission?” “You know she never does that? She’s probably around the house somewhere ... that’s what I’m saying ... she needs to get away from all the stress ... remember, you still have an obligation to her too,” Pasquale persuaded him. “You need an heir, Armand. This family is not complete without an heir ... or plenty of them,” he laughed. He also knew that Armand was a recovering sex addict. Being with his wife was a good distraction, so he wouldn’t do anything erratic.

Pregnancy hormones are sure to make this interesting. Werewolf motherly instinct is no to be taken lightly and the sense of protectiveness is often extended to mates and close family. Being one of only three living blood relatives, Hunter is sure to fall under her protective instinct. Averson appears to have overestimated his connection to his niece, because she is really tearing him a new one. I try not to be impressed, but I can’t help it, I just hope she tires herself out before turning her attention to me.

She blinked as if I just called her back from a far away journey her mind took. “I think break is over,” she stood up with a smile on her face. Looking at her one would think her happy, but I have seen her real smile and this isn’t it. Something is making her sad, something I believe even her mother doesn’t know, and funny enough I want to know so I can take care of it. Seeing this beautiful girl in front of me sad makes my heart ache. Is this paternal instinct? I have heard about maternal instinct, the instinct every mother has to protect and love their child, does fathers get them?

"Isn't Gwen just a doctor, after all? That kind of feeling must be pleasant. " "She has been experiencing emotional ups and downs lately. If you have the time, you can talk with her. As soon as I appear in front of her, she reacts as if she is staring at an adversary. "When a woman is expecting a child, she will have maternal instincts. As long as somebody dares to harm her child, she will undoubtedly engage in a fight with other people. She does not enjoy looking at the enemy in the eyes. Unless she doesn't care about this child, she should look at you like this. "

I asked her because I couldn’t believe it. She gazed into my eyes and saw that mom’s eye glinted. “This is a maternal instinct, son. I discovered you were stressed, particularly since you were in pain,” she informed me. She patted the chair next to her to show that she was sending me there, and I rushed over. She forcefully grasped my hand. “I know that you’re going through a lot today; thus, if you have a problem, don’t be afraid to approach me; I’m willing to listen to you and empathize with you.”

I was slowly starting to find my centre once again and when my son was born, he became the centre of my world. They say a woman's love is contemptuous when it comes to her lover. However, no one has ever emphasised the dangers of a mother's love. That is, when I look down at my sleeping baby, I feel overwhelmed with a sudden surge of Pride. Protectiveness. Paranoia. I'm not sure the word Obsession can be added to raging feelings that consume me as the word can always be misinterpreted, but it's there. All those feelings can become deadly when pressed together and shaped into a single huge ball.