Mommy And Son Novels & Stories

"You said so as you still don't understand love. Sometimes, mommy do hope that your life will go smoothly without any challenges. Well, let's stop the topic now. Mommy knows that you're a good boy, then you shall be obedient and take good care of your body, okay?" "Okay, got it." Both the mother and son chatted for a while. Mango felt that it had been a long time since she had engaged in a long conversation with her son. Zion felt also that the moment was extremely wonderful. "He knew that it was not easy for him to snatch the time from Mr. Ye to spend alone with his mommy. If it wasn't due to his body condition and that he was injured, Mr. Ye would have came in to grab mommy." "Looking at t

Riley did not speak She only tugged on her hands placed on the blanket with force, holding onto her hands tightly. Grace had a face of revulsion. "Why are you holding on so tightly! Could it be that your sister has thoroughly brainwashed you that you are no longer interested in men? You're interested in women now? Fuck, I don't want that! You, quickly let go of my hands..". Riley actually did not just want to hold her hands she just wanted to hug her properly! Hug her with force! "Next month is your father's birthday. Do you want to take the opportunity to return to the wong family in City A? To rebuild your relationship with your family?". Riley suddenly spoke.

I grabbed the medicine case and ran out. When I reached the infirmary, Noah's face was turning blue. I used his epinephrine pen and gave him the backup medication. His new teacher squeezed my hand, shaking. "Thank God you came, Mrs. Bellandi." A few children laughed. "She's not Mrs. Bellandi," a blond boy said. "Noah said she's the nanny." A girl added, "His real mom is Serena. She's pretty and smart and takes him to polo matches."

"And Mommy loves him. She tells him all the time. She always says things like….uh, 'Dada, you're my superhero!' And Dada says, 'You're mine too, Mommy!' They always hold hands, and they read me stories together. And now we're a real family, with Mommy, Dada, and me! My mommy, Reigna, and my dada, Carlisle! We live in the big penthouse now! We're the bestest family!" The man’s gaze drifted back to the big mango tree, to Mommy and Dada, who were now sharing a gentle kiss, a soft, happy moment under the leaves, their faces close. He watched them, a long, deep sigh escaping him. His shoulders seemed to slump a little, like he was carrying something heavy.

He shook his head and started his car but before he could start driving, his phone rang beside him and he angrily picked it up and pressed on the answer button. “Yes, mum?” “Son? How are you?” “I'm doing alright, Mom. Is anything the matter?” “You promised that you'll bring your girlfriend to me soon. As it is your birthday, I was thinking that you are going to bring her to me.” “Mommy, I never said so. I only said I'm going to have a girlfriend soon and bring her to you once we start dating.” “What? Hasn't it been three months already? It's past soon. Being your girlfriend to me. I want to see her. You two should get married and start giving me grandbabies. Cute children.

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

My mom laughed, "You can have a slice later dear, I just want you to meet someone." I groaned and held onto her hand and followed her. She led me to an old man holding a kid with him. The old man looks scary, he looks so serious. He looks like he could eat me at any moment. The kid, on the other hand, looks a little taller than me. He has straight brown hair with pretty green eyes, his lips were flushed like roses. I looked at my mom and try to cover my mouth from the two people and whispered, "Mommy, who are they?" "That is Mr. Moretti dear and that is his son, Matteo. Say hi to them love."

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.”

my boy said as he shook his head looked at me with his tear filled eyes "Oh my baby" my heart stopped looking at my son cry, I immediately pick him in my arms "Mama wasn't sad, mama is happy" I told him showering his face with kisses and he started giggling warming my heart with the sound of his little laughter "What are you doing?" I heard Stephen's cheery voice as he walked to us interrupting our mom and son moment "He managed to crawl over to me" I said with a smile "He did?" Stephen asked surprised, and I nodded my head in approval

The background pretty much waned as she watched the show of love with envy. A tall father had finally found his son and he tossed away his placard to spread his arms for the incoming launch. An Asian in a business power suit and a briefcase had met with his driver or associate and they shook hands warmly as they headed towards the exit. A short guy in a long ponytail hugged his pregnant wife and kissed her passionately. Kiersey sighed, suddenly melancholic. When was she . . . ? "His number isn't going," Zanéh complained.