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.

“But he might cry. I used to cry whenever Mommy was not around.” “Daddy is not a baby like Sie Sie. Daddy is strong and won't cry even if he doesn't see Mommy or Sie Sie.” The child didn't sound convinced by her mother’s words. It was evening already and there was an event going on in the Rossador’s mansion. It was the grandfather's eighty-fifth birthday and he had requested that both mother and child attend his birthday party that would be held in the Rossador mansion. It was a small party for family members only. Well, she had forgotten to tell Marcel that they had plans for the day and wouldn't be around if he comes back.

"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.

she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury. "I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.

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."

He pulled it open and the little boy ran in, quickly hugging his leg before running to his mommy. “Good morning, mommy,” A smile immediately lit up Emily's face at the sight of her son. She pulled him into a warm embrace, smacking her lips on his cheek. “Morning, Honey,” Edward stood by the door watching the mother and son with a smile on his face. It gladdened him to see them in the same room together as one family. He wished it would be this way forever. But soon it will happen, he told himself. “Stay with daddy, Baby, I need to go find my phone.”