Novel & Cerita More Than A Mom

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

“Mom, you don’t need to be so humble! “You raised me all these years. I’d be an ungrateful daughter if I allowed an outsider to offend you! “Between getting married and doing what’s right, which one do you think is more important to me?” Emerald’s heart skipped a beat, but she could not force a smile.

Beside her, Mom slammed a glass onto the table. "Haven't you had enough? So what if you really scored over 1,350? That doesn't mean your life would be any better after university. If anything, it was better for you to get out into the world early and toughen up! "You were so shy when you were little. And now look at you, talking back and arguing with your own mother. Isn't that proof you needed to get out there?" I honestly couldn't believe those words were coming out of her mouth.

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.

"Fine. But please, look after my wife. I have many enemies out there. It would be extremely dangerous for her to go without protection!" "Of course, Father. Mother will be safe with me," Xavier said, glancing at Elara with a smile that carried a dark, hidden meaning. The hum of the Vaughn family’s private jet sounded like a soothing drone to anyone else, but to Elara Moretti, it was a funeral bell. It signaled that she had just been pulled from one lion's den into a cage far more treacherous.

“I just started thinking about being a mom like, literally yesterday.” “Well, wish granted,” she says with a little shrug that makes me laugh. “I know,” I say, twisting my mouth to the side, trying to parse my emotions. “I just…want other things too.” “You can have it all, Ariel,” mom says quietly. I study her, kind of impressed with the assurance in her voice. Slowly, she nods to me. “Motherhood doesn’t have to be limiting, especially when you have the help you have. A dad with lots of money, a mom very willing to spend it. A whole extended family to help you with childcare. You can do this – be a mom of three, be a spy, be the sharpshooting Princess our nation needs.”

She took a deep breath, almost like she was gathering the courage to speak. “What is it, Ella?” I gently urged, sensing she needed to talk about something important. "Well... I was just wondering," she started, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can someone who isn’t your mom… be your mom?" Her question hit me hard. I knew exactly what she meant. Could someone be a mother without actually giving birth to a child? "Yes, sweetie," I replied softly. "Being a mother isn’t just about giving birth. It’s about caring, loving, and being there for someone."

I say, looking over at Reece and Raikin who look just as tense as Ryder. "Someone special huh?" Mom asks. "And it's not Logan? Wow. You really get around, don't you honey?" Mom chuckles and I sigh. Here we go, the way I was expecting Mom to talk to me. She has never been very good at staying in the motherly mood for long. "No Mom. I don't get around. I am in a committed relationship; I have been in a committed relationship for a while now. If you were a better parent maybe you would have noticed."

However, this time I am resolute in my stance. My intuition tells me that complying with Mom's directives would culminate in catastrophe. Despite Dad's assertion that Mom has unwavering faith in my capabilities and that I should rise to the challenge, I remain unconvinced. Mom focuses her attention on me. "What precisely have you had to endure? I ensured you received the finest education available. You possess a thriving medical practice, a stellar reputation as one of the most accomplished doctors in Arizona, and you enjoy privileges that your peers can only dream of." Mom's eyes narrow. "What, pray tell, have you had to endure?"