Mom Pov Melody Novels & Stories

Although there were no spoken words echoing around the room, their minds kept replaying how similar the child looked to Liam Grey. With his small fingers pressing the keys, Cornell began the piece. While the right hand withheld the tune's pleasantries, his left hand raised the pitch. Cornell had his eyes closed, but his fingers worked wonders as he was being recorded by a crowd of people holding cameras. A strong melody line rose briefly before descending into a soft note. Deep notes never once overpowered the right hand's treble clef notes. People relaxed and savored the environment Cornell created as they could feel the joy on their skin and the drop of consolation that slipped into their

Melody ordered. "Servant?" screamed his father in disbelief. "The mafia boss needs a maid, I can pay off my father's debt with my salary, so don't worry," lied Melody. "Are you sure you'll be fine? Just let them take Dad, you go home with your mother," Melody's father asked.

Five years of motherhood had taught me the art of small victories, which is keeping their little bellies happy, their routines steady, and their world safe from the chaos I had escaped in Chicago. The patter of small feet echoed down the hallway. Logan burst in first, his dark hair slightly tousled, those sharp obsidian eyes…so painfully like his father’s….lighting up at the sight of the cookies. Lily followed close behind, her smile wide and dimpled in the exact same spot. “Thank you, Mommy!” they chorused, grabbing their plates and settling at the small breakfast nook by the window. I watched them for a moment, my heart swelling with quiet love. This was what I had fought for. This peace.

She stood there lost in thoughts wondering who the call was from and didn't hear her daughter calling "Mum....mum...mum..." Riley called but there was no reply. She went to her mum and patted her on the back. Rosita got startled and turned to face her daughter "Mum..., is everything alright." she asked "Yes....., Sweetheart." she answered "Mum, are you sure? she asked " Yes dear, let's go have your breakfast so that I can take you to school. The bus has already left." she replied and they left to have breakfast.

"Maids? Absolutely not! Doesn't matter how rich you are, that's just wasteful. I WANT to watch my grandkids myself!" The way she flipped her script like that? Honestly impressive. I shut my mouth and let it go. If she wanted to play maid, fine by me. At noon, Dad made lunch. The moment Mom saw it, she started up again. "You call me the maid? Your dad's the real 'maid' around here!" Dad rushed to explain. "No, no. Pavel usually cooks—he's just busy today, so I figured I'd help." Somehow, we all ended up eating together for once.

Giovanni Pov I followed Hillary into Melodys room,Melody was restless she seemed to be struggling with something, she had her hands fisted. There was no way this was only muscle spasms, " She seems to be struggling, like she's having a bad dream could it be " I didn't respond, I had spent months without her, I had finally given up hope could it be she's waking up.

“What do you mean by taken, Mommy?” My eyes shifted to Mr. Holding. Funny how he was not saying I already wasted a lot of his time by talking to my daughter. “It means he is in a relationship, and he will have a wife sooner or later.” Why did something sting in my chest? Kelly’s face fell. “Can you break up with her and choose Mommy instead? You see, Mommy has been lonely for quite some time now. I see her silently crying at night. I don’t want to see Mommy crying anymore.”

On the drive back home, though, she noticed Angela tapping against the car window. With a lollipop stick in hand, she was rhythmically tapping the glass, some knocks soft, others firm. At first listen, it seemed like mindless tapping, but upon closer listen, Haley could make out the melody of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" played with just a lollipop. Haley asked in surprise, “Todd, how did your sister do in music class today?” "The teacher said she did really well and even wants to take her on," Todd replied thoughtfully. “Mommy, I think sissy really likes the piano.”

I replied, raising my head to look at Derek. "But Momma is hurt now and she's gone." He sounded sad. "Don't worry, dear. Your momma will be back soon." I replied. The door opened and Melody stepped in looking as radiant as ever. "I am back."

Mama Melody asks when she sees the pouty look Advira is giving me. "Your lovely granddaughter didn't want to leave her kiddie pool and that's why she is being mean to her mum-mum." I reply with a fake sad tone. "Me no meanie Nonna. Mum-mum no cry." Advira replies while trying to wipe my cheeks with her tiny hands. "Your mum-mum is not crying, sweetie. She is just sad that you are angry with her." Mama Melody tells Advira who looks like she is having a dilemma about what to do.