Mommy Issues Test Novels & Stories

I rubbished her claim. “Dunno what you mean, honey,” Mom replied. “It is just a …. ,” she trailed off and laughed along with the others when I suddenly found my legs dangling in the air. “IT IS THE TEST OF LOVE, BABY,” Mom shouted from the ground. “YOU GUYS BETTER DO WELL OR ELSE WE WON’T APPROVE THE UNION,” she laughed. “That’s my boy there !!” Aunt Nyssa too shouted in delight as she looked up at us.

Milagros could only shake her head animatedly. "Alright, I'll be honest with you. She is a little anemic and over-fatigued. Other than that there's nothing detrimental to your wife's health." "And the baby?" he said after a few seconds. "The baby is fine. Your little guy boasted his heartbeat when I checked on him." She chuckled. Ira's forehead compressed. "How do you know it's a he?" "Pulses are typically accurate, although it may be too soon to tell," Miranda said with a bright smile.

Then she glanced at me, silently asking permission I had no right to give. I looked away. And that was all the permission she needed. She got up and followed her mother. I was left alone, thinking it was over. But Monica lingered near the door before stepping out. “You know,” she said quietly, “you’re impressive.” I looked up. “Even knowing you’re temporary,” she continued, “you still try to love my children.” She smiled. A practiced, polite smile—but I could feel the fakeness behind it. “I’m just doing my job,” I said softly.

"I've already told you. Dad is in this river. That's why I've been searching for it every single day." Mom seemed unconvinced. "You never learn until you hit rock bottom, do you?" The last trace of warmth vanished from her eyes as she dialed the Department of Education's reporting hotline. "Hello. I'm Eloise Ferguson, President of Ferguson Group and the mother of candidate Mike Ferguson. I am formally reporting my son for cheating on the SAT." "For the sake of fairness and integrity, I request that all of his examination results be invalidated." My vision went black. In that instant, my entire world collapsed.

“All that stuff about your mom, all those random guys… no one sticking around.” My throat tightened. “Kind of explains why you’re so messed up,” he continued lightly. “No dad, no stability… no wonder you don’t feel anything.” There it was. The word didn’t even need to be said. Daddy issues. My face burned, heat rushing up my neck so fast it made me dizzy. I crouched down to grab my books, but my hands were shaking so badly I fumbled them, my fingers refusing to cooperate. I could feel everyone watching. Not just looking, but judging. Recording. Turning me into something to laugh at.

“Even when I pretend to be poor and a good-for-nothing, Casey’s willing to stay by my side and have my baby. I think she really loves me. “I don’t want to test her anymore. I can tell that she really loves me! “I’m going to tell Casey about who I really am and give her lots of money to make it up for the years I lied to her!” “August, wait a little longer. I’m going to test her one last time. If she passes, you can tell her about your real identity.” I woke up and was unsure how much time had passed. Right when I opened my eyes, I saw August sitting at my bedside.

"Valerie, not to worry. I can't just give you tablets like that without taking some samples for test. I need to run some test before I commence any treatment on you" "When will the test be out?" mom asked "The test result will be out in the next two hours" Hmm, what have I gotten myself into? This is becoming more than I expected. Where is my lover? He would have been the one to handle this situation. "Doctor, I only need tablets. There is no need for the test. I have told you that it was cold and stress" "Keep quiet and allow him do his job" My father came back and asked what the problem was, my mom told him everything and dad insisted that the test must be done.

“How long has she been vomiting?” “This morning. Twice. Can’t keep food down.” I glare at him. “Stop narrating my misery.” He ignores me. Mara pulls out a small vial and begins preparing something. “I need to run a few tests.” “For what?” I ask. She hesitates just slightly. “To rule things out.” “Rule what out?” Ryder presses. “Infection. Internal stress response. Hormonal imbalance,” she lists calmly. The last one makes me frown. “Hormonal?”

I rubbed my tummy and burped. “Let’s go.” Mum took the food and soup she prepared for Maria, and we left. DOCTOR’S OFFICE. We were currently in the doctor’s office and get ran several tests on my, although I know the doctor already knows what’s wrong with me, but he wouldn’t say anything. “We have conducted the test and the result will be out in a few minutes, so please be patient.” He said, and my phone rang. I gave the doctor an apologetic smile, then picked the call without looking at the caller ID.

My eyes traveled to the bottom of the page ‘Paternity test: the probability of paternity is 99.99%.’ I staggered to a stop and cold sweat dripped down my forehead. She was Maria de la Fonte.