Novel & Cerita Mommy Mearest

Remy got out of his car first, then he walked over to the other side to assist Lerisa in getting out of his car too. "Welcome to my family home," Remy told Lerisa as she stepped down from his black SUV. "Mom," Remy called out to his mother, while he held Lerisa by her left hand again and walked with her towards their mansion frontage. "Mom, I brought my wife-to-be," Remy informed his mother who was standing outside and welcoming her guests, likewise waiting for her younger sister to arrive. "Oh, My dear. You are welcome to our home. My son has spoken so much about you," Remy's mother said. She wore a long blue flowing gown and she gave Lerisa a warm hug.

She had tried hard to hold the pain, "I miss you so much Mommy, but Nanny said you would come today. I waited all day." "My princess, I missed you more. Mommy always wanted to run home to you." She uttered and kissed Emma's forehead gently, while Emma had her arms wrapped around Anna's neck, "Mommy, Daddy said we'll be living here from now. There are so many cars to take me to school Mommy, and my room is beautiful."

Sebastian was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up and sauce bubbling on the stove, lavender scent curling warm and sweet in the air, when Camden's voice rang out. “Daddy! Daddy, guess what!” “I swear if you brought a frog home again—” “No!” Caleb yelled, laughing. “It’s better than frogs!” Sebastian turned, already smiling despite himself, scent deepening with curiosity. “Better than frogs? That’s a high bar.” “Mom and Me Day!” Camden shouted, spinning in a circle so fast he nearly collided with the counter. “We’re doing Mom and Me Day!” Sebastian blinked. “You’re doing what?”

ur bestie still got a pool? I stared at the screen like it was a loaded gun. Then another message came. Leah: don’t worry. I’ll pretend to be just a friend. I know how you get weird about us. I replied before I could think better. Me: It’s not a great time. Maybe later in the week. Leah: huh. ur still running. classic Ethan. I didn’t answer. That night, I tried to avoid Mrs. Rowen. It didn’t work. She found me in the laundry room again, folding a towel just to have something to do with my hands.

He firmly said. “Oh come on, Gerald, let the kid go and enjoy her first day in peace. Why do you have to be such a buzzkill?" A woman dressed professionally with a cup of tea in hand came from the kitchen, looking a lot like Destiny and Whitney, so I immediately recognized her as Catherine, their mother. I have never met her once, as she always stayed away from us, but I've seen her in magazines and newspapers.

The first thing I noticed were the boxes the maid rolled down the stairs, followed by the sharp click of heels. Slowly, my gaze traveled upward until it landed on the owner. My mother. She wore heavy makeup—the type she wore when she had somewhere important to be—and held her phone high, recording videos while smiling brightly. Behind her was Mr. Revanchi, dressed in a suit with his hair slicked back as though today was his wedding day. The moment my mom spotted me, she hurried over. “Thank goodness you’re here, Celeste. Oh my God, I’m going to miss you so much.”

he muttered as he bounced his head, a frown playing between his eyebrows. He looked visibly angry, but as I was about to sidestep him, my aunt appeared. She was the reason I rushed back home. She must have been worried since I hadn't shown up for almost three days. I tried to look composed as she walked into the living room. Aunt Hannah had been my only family member since the death of my parents. Being my mom's older sister, I saw my mother in her sometimes, and it was all the comfort I needed. "Welcome. Where have you been?" she asked, her gaze watching me from top to bottom and back up again.

Mommy reassures me with genuine enthusiasm, extending her hands towards me as I work hard to stay steady on my feet. Filled with anticipation, I take a step forward, trying my best to maintain my balance as I cautiously extend my other foot towards mommy. Overwhelmed by fear of stumbling, I can't help but let out a whimper. “Don't worry, my darling, you're safe. Mommy will always be here to catch you,” mommy reassures me, her face beaming with a comforting smile.

Dean was still standing, dripping on the doormat in the kitchen when Omem entered. ‘I am Moon, Maddie's grandmother,’ she said, ‘nice to finally meet you.’ Dean nodded. 'Mutual.' She smiled as he stood on the mat until Maddie returned with a large towel. When he sneezed, she thought it was enough, she got involved. ‘Maddie we do have some spare clothes in the top of the closet, which he can trie on. And there must be a free bathroom where he can warm-up, ‘she said.