Romans & histoires Mom Pov Amy

The something in this case being my comment about not getting married. "WHAT IS THIS I'M HEARING ABOUT YOU NOT WANTING TO GET MARRIED? YOU'RE STILL GOING ON WITH THIS FOOLISH TALK? DON'T SAY THAT! YOU'LL SURELY GET MARRIED IN JESUS NAME!!" she barged into dad's study, pausing by the door, arms folded with a murderous look on her face. Meet Kelly Shirley Washington. My one and only dramatic queen mom. I honestly love her to bits but it's times like these that make me seriously consider selling her at the first auction I chance upon for the lowest bid.

22. Potluck - Natalie - . “I am not going anywhere!” Amy yells and shuts her door so loud, my table trembles with shock. I peek towards my door to see what this drama is all about. “What happened?” I ask Mom as I see her in front of her door. “She is just being…” Mom shrugs and air quotes, “Amy.” I chuckle and Amy opens the door, “Oh really!! Only because I am young doesn’t mean I always have to run errands. Everyone just bosses around me.”

After a moment of silence I decided to tell Cristián what his mother had told me during my stay at his house, he was thoughtful on his face there was some sadness and disappointment. "I can't believe my mother thought that about you," she finally tells me. "But it doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is that now we're going to be together and we're going to have a child," I tell him smiling so that he stops worrying, besides, I didn't want there to be problems between them, much less my fault. "Next patient," says the doctor's assistant, "Amy." Hearing my name, we got up from our seats and walked over to the young woman. She guided us to the office and opened the door for us to enter.

a voice emerging from the crowd. Then the one person we least expected revealed herself. Amy. "I did good huh? The whole little impersonation thing? Yeah this is not my real face or body," her hand gestured to herself and in the blink of an eye, she transformed into a healthy 60 year old woman. "That feels better," she declared, stretching her bones. "Do you remember your mother Alpha Stone and your father Luna?" she asked and I felt Wyatt tense beside me.

Mom asked again. “Well what do you expect? That I'd say yes and drop my pants for him?” I asked, rolling my eyeballs like the whole world had offended me. “Not every guy is after your pants Amy,” She said clearly, as she motioned to me to pass the container of baking powder. “Well, this one is…” I replied, handing over the baking powder to her before letting out a deep sigh, my shoulders dropping. “You don't know his intentions Amy, you're eighteen, you should at least get to know people, have some fun.” Mom said, as she shrugged.

he whispered back with a smile. Amy giggled as if Trevor and I were like characters from her favorite teen romance TV show. "I'm craving pizza," she suddenly said. "Trevor, can you get me pizza?" she pouted. "I didn't come all the way from Berkeley to San Francisco so I can be your errand boy, Amy," he said. "Please, Trevor. I'm craving it, and I'll die if I don't eat it," Amy said dramatically, and I chuckled at her actions.

“You are so nice and pretty and awesome! Anyone would love you!” I felt my heart give an involuntary thud, my own eyes threatening to well up with emotions, but I tried my best not to show them. "It's not that easy to love someone, Hayley. And your Daddy still loves your Mommy a lot." "Hm," Hayley frowned, looking at Arthur, who still stood right behind us, before she turned to face me once again. "But…I’ve never seen my mommy, Miss Kathleen. How do I know who she is? Daddy doesn't want to talk about her, and whenever I ask the others, they always tell me to be quiet or Daddy will be upset. That is why I want to have you as my mommy so that whenever I ask about my mommy from now on, I won't

Their attentive concern for me gradually turned into perfunctory indifference. One day, I said weakly, "Mom, Dad, could you take me to the hospital for a checkup? I keep feeling unwell. It's like I have no strength left." They ignored me. My hand trembled slightly as I held my cup, like I was unnerved. "Please, Mom and Dad…" Cedric impatiently slammed his fork down. Only then did Jasper speak. "Haven't you always been fine?" Vivian took a sip of soup and said leisurely, "That's right, Beth. You just need some time to recuperate. I'll get a caregiver to take care of you."

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"

" Mom kept talking to herself while tears slid down her face and fell into the oatmeal, sending small ripples across the surface. I guessed she had sensed it somehow. Maybe there really was such a thing as a mother-daughter bond. Her voice was soft, as though she was afraid of waking me. Then, she picked up the bowl of oatmeal, sat in front of me, and took one spoonful at a time. "This oatmeal is really good. Won't you have some with me, Nat?" Her hand trembled as she spoke. In an instant, the bowl and spoon slipped from her grasp and shattered against the floor. Still, I showed no sign of waking. At last, Mom couldn't hold herself together anymore. She buried her face against my shoulder an