Mom Nude With Son Novels & Stories

I could see that she was wearing an oversized white shirt. "Just workout, sis. Wait. I'm gonna call Viniel. Where is Bendrick? Is he already asleep?" She stood up and walked towards somewhere. I heard her calling her son until I saw a very cute baby on the screen. Her son is just one year old. The baby got her white skin from his mother. I did not bother to ask who the father was because the first time I did that, I noticed her sudden change of mood. I remember her saying that Viniel's father is dead.

I was shoved unceremoniously into the convict box, still in the dead dirty, bloody blue dress. Funny how two days have passed since I've taken a bath. Only if I hadn't gone to the Bermuda mansion... "Mrs Malkova!" I heard a familiar voice from the end, and turning my head, Luna Onika was approaching, beautiful as hell but very worried. She held the hand of a small boy not too taller than her belly, and it took a while before I recognized that this was my son— my only asset, because tears blinded me. "Mommy!!" Riot yelled trying to come to me, but the woman held her back.

Like we were nothing to her. “Noah” she shouted and seconds later we heard footsteps running. Soon, my son appeared in the living room. His gasp of shock as he stared at his mother made me feel like scum. “Mommy, what happened to your arm?” he asked running and hugging her. She gives him a one armed hug. “Nothing my love, just hit my arm on the door and the doctor had to set it right” She caresses his cheek lovingly. The hard and cold look completely gone as she stares at our son.

I added as Jamie listened keenly. "Mhm-hm." He nodded his cute little head, "Well, it's not a superhero or anything but I guess it's awesome!" He piped in. Jasamina hugged the baby to herself and ruffled his curled hair. I smiles beside them. This mother and her son never stops looking so amazing all the time. There resemblance to each other is so remarkable that it baffles people, because Jasamina doesn't look like anybody's mother. No, she looks as young and beautiful as a model who just stepped out of a fashion magazine.

He laughed, "Yeah, I cheered just like when I did when I heard that we are going to become parents." "You named him," I said. "Yeah, You named our daughter and I named our son." "yeah.. yeah. " I said. "Happy is not enough to explain how I feel. I think no word can ever will.." He said. I smiled and hugged him. "See our cute couple." I heard Danielle's voice. She was holding her 4-month-old baby son; Jude. Adrian was also standing beside her. We pulled away and looked at them. We smiled looking at each other.

She laughed awkwardly and Mo Xin Er couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when she saw the passion swirling in their eyes. “Hello there. Do you guys remember that you have a son here?” “Ah….. How are you now, my dear?” he turned from his wife and faced her instead ignoring his unhappy son. “I’m fine. Thank you, sir.” “No problem. Have you eaten?” “Yeah. Thank you, Mr Mo” “It's nothing. I’d like to talk to you. Get us a glass of juice, Yuan.” “Yes, dad.” He led her into a separate room which she supposed was a gym.

Me, my husband Dominic, and our daughter basking under the Bermuda sun, pretending—for a few days—that the world was soft and safe. When we returned, I suggested we stop by the Hale for dinner with Cassian. My son. The one I hadn’t seen in nearly a month. He was running the family’s casino now, carrying the weight of our name on his shoulders like he was born for it. Dominic begged off. Said he was tired, needed rest. So it was just me and Elara who made the detour. The Hale had never been my scene. Crowded. Flashy. Thick with money and danger. Even after marrying into a mafia family, I never quite grew used to the shadows it cast. But motherhood has a way of softening your fear. And I misse

I saw how Noah's face changed from irritation to confusion as he looked at me and Nate alternatively. What Nate did created a turmoil inside my head as Noah's eyes continued glancing at me. I was glued to my place, unable to move. Nate is Neo's son. I didn't do anything wrong but when I saw pain in Noah's eyes after Nate hugged Neo, my world crashed. Oh, God! "Daddy, I'm with mommy," Nate said and pointed at me. Oh, no! Noah's lips parted. I saw him swallowed hard as his fists balled. He glanced at Neo and Nate. Wait! Nate is his nephew, so he should know that Nate's mom died while giving birth to him.

She curls inward. I grab her hand, holding tight, stealing a glance at the corner of the room where my mother is sitting in an armchair, rocking a bundle of fabric in her arms, watching the scene play out like it’s just another Tuesday. I see my son’s fist–perfectly pink. Chubby fingers. Perfect. Safe and alive. Mom hasn’t looked that peaceful in years. I suppose that counts for something. “Ohhhh! Oh, for–for fuck’s sake!” Fallon screeches in fury. “Get the baby out!”

“Yeah. I already got Sienna’s name tattooed. I left space for the baby’s name… though it was supposed to go inside this little unicorn, but I’m guessing not anymore.” Everyone laughs. Except Sienna. She is still mad. The flirty nurse places my son on my chest, covers us with a blanket, and drags her hand across my shoulder on her way towards the door. Both mothers clock it instantly. My mom stands. “Ma’am, quick question.” The nurse turns, smirking. “Yes?” “You see that man?” “Hard to miss.” “He’s off limits,” my mom says flatly. “That woman right there just gave birth to his son.”