Mom Son Making Novels & Stories

Mom: if you claim you love this girl, then do what would make her happy Me: what if I can't. Mom: what if you can? I sighed Me: should I make you proud? She smiled Mom: at least, for once. Make momma proud by doing the right thing I chuckled quietly

Every day I eat food with a different menu, I never get bored of eating the food made by mom. "What are you making, Mom?" I asked, getting up from my seat and approaching. "I'm making cromboloni, you can try it later." Mama put the dough that had been shaped in this way into the oven and closed it. Now she and I are sitting again at the dining table. I enjoyed the remaining pears while mom prepared something I didn't know what it was either. Something pink and white mixed with cream was put into a plastic cone. Mama continued making the food and I watched her. While I was sitting quietly, suddenly my smartphone rang. I saw Matilda's name there.

Mom went out and she sat near me looking at me with that killing gaze. "You want me to get stick to bed all these month?" "I want you to take care of yourself My Love that's it. And You know these initial months are critical." "I know." Meanwhile She got a call from Alie and she went out talking to her and she came back after longtime by then Mom was back and she had made some healthy meal especially for Raven and our baby. She was saying it would make them strong and healthy. After that she went out and I was looking at her and she was busy on her phone. She was still looking angry.

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"I can't remember which unit I went into last night because I was drunk. And I also didn't see the guy's face because it was dark inside his unit." "Oh my goodness! What a beautiful fool!" Jana couldn't help but blurt out upon hearing what I said. "What will you do now if you suddenly get pregnant? Who will you introduce as the father of your child? Don't tell me you'll introduce me as the baby's daddy. I'll really strangle you to death, Alice. My looks are not for being a daddy, but for being a mommy, okay?"

I explained in a small voice. "Miscounted?" Mom spat, interrupting me. "You're the only one who didn't get anything. She was probably annoyed that you were trying to get one. Why must you be so greedy? You're so embarrassing! Will you only be satisfied when everyone ridicules me for raising such a greedy daughter?" A wave of stress crashed into me. I dug my nails into my arms and scratched myself until my skin turned raw and bloody. However, I didn't feel even an ounce of comfort.

Mom had specially prepared a huge spread to welcome her. At the table, Mom sat right next to me to keep me in check. Ms. Hurst took a bite of Mom's cooking and nodded approvingly. "Eleanor, your cooking is really wonderful." Before Mom could even respond, I jumped in and nodded eagerly. "That goes without saying! Mom's always secretly watching cooking videos when she's supposed to be working. That's how she got so good at this. Here, give it a try." Ms. Hurst froze for a moment and didn't say anything.

I try to fit in, but it’s hard when every part of me is screaming to get out of here. “Damon,” Mom calls, pulling my attention back to the present. She gestures at the man in the suit, with whom she has just started a conversation. “This is Mr. X, or so he says,” she says with a grin. They both do, as if this is some inside joke that only the two of them understand. “And Mr. X, this is my son, Damon. I’m sure you’ve heard of him.”

“Can you shut up?” “No. Just try it—it’s good.” “Thank you,” I said to Margarette softly. “Why are you trying so hard to be my mom?” Ericka snapped. “You even baked a stupid cupcake.” Margarette froze, nearly choking on her food. “Ericka, that’s not—” I gently stopped her. “I’m not trying to replace Monica,” I said firmly. “I did this for you. I spent my time baking that cupcake because I care. I already told you—I’m not giving up on you.”