More Than A Mom Novels & Stories

“But—” “Then stop worrying,” my mom interrupted. “It won't do your father any good.” “I can't control my emotions!” I protested. “Stop yelling on the phone like a child,” Mom ordered wearily. "You are the heiress of Red Moon Inc. a multi-million dollar company with thousands of employees worldwide. Do you realize the weight of your burden?”

Mom fired at us as soon as we entered the house. “Good afternoon to you too mom!”. I rolled my eyes at how much she was being dramatic. “What is good about the afternoon? After you and your dad have forsaken me? I will soon leave the house for you both”. Mom dramatically stated. Mom it’s a writer and I think her writing is catching up with her in real life. Because she likes to act like a novel character way too much. Thankfully it’s fun to watch.

But they never … EVER go away. They are ALWAYS there. Their kids are ALWAYS there. And today? Screw all that motherly obligation nonsense, I’m ready for a retirement cabin in the woods. Our son Mack has now been Alpha for about six years and even though being “Grammy” is awesome, it’s a lot. Honestly I’m not entirely sure how the hell my mom was able to do all this for me. *We stayed Alpha for longer than we should have. Someone is a control freak! Also, our mom had lots of help. Everyone needs help sometimes,* Laney chirps, practically beaming. She’s obsessed with our big family and still thinks ten pups would have been a good number.

her mum said smiling "I missed you guys so much." "I know sweetheart but forgive mum and dad dear. We've not been able to visit nor have time for you." said her dad to her "Don't say anymore dad, I know you guys love me." she replied and hugged them again The whole family looks on happy as Rosita and her family reunites. The party continued with sharing of pleasantries and dinning. Soon, it was time for Rosita's family to leave back to the states. Rosita and her husband escorted them to the airport and bided their farewells. The rest of Rosita's journey to motherhood continued peacefully with going to motherhood seminars, antenatal and shopping for baby cloths with Kathie and the rest.

Mom sucks in a sharp breath, "My past or my people's past isn't exactly a fairy tale to tell others, and there are some drastic differences between wolves and cats, so I prefer to keep things to myself." I wrap an arm around her and pull her a little closer to me. Mom's always been a fan of touch and physical contact, so hugs and cuddles usually calm her down. "Lenox, my life hasn't been easy. Before I met your fathers, while we were figuring things out, and after." I've talked enough, and it's not like I want to push her or force her to talk. I can do that shit with my siblings or push my dad's buttons, and well, other dads, as mom puts it in, but never with her.

I was done in a few minutes and off i went to hear thing that’ll annoy me. Dad and mom were by the counter. Dad making breakfast as usual and mom eating it before it got on the plate, just because she had a plus one in her belly. I had seen people pregnant and they didn’t eat half the food mom ate in a day but once I say a word about it, it's always ' Christina you're over dramatic' or 'Christina you complain too much'

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

All the mothers and sons were described as mirror images of Mom and me. Mom is 38 years old. She has a fantastic hourglass-shaped body: perfectly round hips and bubble butt, a not-too-big but not-too-small tummy, shapely thighs, and wonderful DD breasts. Her hair is described as dirty blonde with light green eyes. Her skin has a natural tan look to it, though she loves to sunbathe by our backyard pool to keep it that way. She is beautiful, no doubt about it. She has always had a reserved personality and rarely likes to have attention drawn to her. I don't think she is shy but certainly introverted. But she has never let this get in the way of cheering for me at track or swim meets.

"I'm glad to hear that. It's important to take good care of yourself, especially during this special time. Have they given you any advice or tips?" “Yes mom, they gave me a couple of tips, but of course I would love to hear from you too” I tell her "Motherhood is a journey filled with joy, challenges, and endless love," she remarks, her eyes reflecting the depth of her own maternal experiences. I ask her about her favorite memories of raising Jim, curious to glimpse into the past. She smiles nostalgically, recounting tales of his childhood antics and the bond they shared. As our conversation continues, Mrs. Dan imparts valuable advice about parenthood, love, and navigating the complexities o

I hope that I never give up running and working out, because honestly, I’d love to have a figure like my mom’s when I am her age. “Elkie came as a sunflower, it was adorable and so funny. Seriously, that girl is a scream. I’m going to miss her and Donna but not as much as I’m going to miss my girls and Liam.” I sit down at the island as Mom gets out two glasses and the pitcher of orange juice from the large fridge. She has a smile on her face and a geeky look going on. “What’s going on, Mom? I know that looks it’s the one that says I know something you don’t know. “