More Than A Mom Novels & Stories

I walked home, while Aubree walked the other way to her house. My mom was in the living room, knitting a scarf. “Mom do you ever regret staying home with us? Do you miss having a job?” I asked her. My mom smiled “it might look like I am just sitting around. But being a mom and Luna is actually a full time job. I have to make sure everything runs smoothly, I take care of 6 kids. And if I do have some quiet time I knit or garden. My life feels really fulfilled actually.” I always pitied my mom, but apparently she really loved her life. “Maybe when you go to your sister this summer you’ll see another side of being Luna. She’s new to the job, so it might still be overwhelming.”

When I mentioned it to him, he didn’t seem to know what I was speaking about, so I wasn’t sure. Maybe he and I were meant to be together and it was something normal whenever someone found their soulmate? If that were true, you’d think there would be posts online and books about it everywhere, and I had never heard of such a thing. Maybe my mom knows something about it. “Mama? You here?” I hollered as I entered the house, closing the door behind me. “In here,” I heard her response from her office. My mom was a blogger, and she posted all about nature around the world, she was quite a traveler once before I was born. “How was your drive?” She asked.

She fell into a loud burst of laughter and walked to my mom, "Sometimes your idiot son tends to forget who I am." with a shake of her head, she started to walk off. I watched with an amused glint in my eyes and smiled to myself. Melody was such a handful, but I'd still choose over other million girls and perfect models. I loved her imperfections the most because they revealed the kind of person she was underneath all the greatness and toughness. And when wearing that skimpy gown, she looked like a fuckin' snack. "And oh, Brittany?" she spun lazily on her heel to glare e at my mom. "You are going to be a grandmom. Congratulations!" she dropped the bomb with a very straight face. Others would

"Yeah, you did. Right after you told me to check his finger for a ring then rip his clothes off if he's not taken" Her mom's laughter could be heard by the couple in the next table, "Then the 'stay away from guys with baby mamas' rule. We don't need the drama that comes with that". Sreya had to laugh. "Your role as a mom was so hit and miss" "Oh my God. I know". A moment passed and her mom's eyes watered.

I watched them with admiration, the way he treats my mother like his own, it touches my heart and I feel proud of him. “Yes, you’re right, son and this modern lady demands a grandchild from you both. You’re not getting any younger and if you have planned to have more than one kid, then it’s the right time to plan the first one.” Mom said boldly. I coughed at her straightforwardness and I bet Xavier was also red. “Mom, you’re watching too much drama nowadays. Please, use your brain somewhere else.” I said looking away from her and resumed my cooking, “You both can wait outside or do something productive while I am cooking.” I asked them to leave as they were distraction.

On the television, mass protesters filled the road with raised post signs and cardboards, clamoring for one thing after the other. "I have never seen you do that before," Mom said as she changed the channel. I was a bit confused. "Do what?" "Be there for a girl," She replied. "I have been there for plenty girls," I said in denial, then I grimaced in embarrassment. "That sounded very wrong," I added. Mom chuckled loudly. "Not they way I saw you with Isabella. It was different, like you found your world," Mom said. "She is my world, mom," I answered.

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly.

But now, Mom was saying that she simply couldn't bring herself to beat them. What about me? Was I born only to be made a scapegoat, a "sacrificial" dog to force Esther and Emily into obedience? I couldn't stop my tears from falling after learning the truth. I wiped my tears away and glanced at Mom's phone, where a number of netizens had left comments on her live streams and even personal DMs, showing up as notifications on her screen. "Lady, your son's condition doesn't look very good. Is he out of the tank yet? Don't let anything happen to him!"

The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always. 'That's what I said, and it's final,' her mother replied, cutting the call before Aurelia could protest further. Typical. Selene Nightbane had a way of deciding everything for her daughter, from the clothes she wore as a kid to the schools she attended. At nineteen, Aurelia craved independence, but here she was, flying back to New York after years in Brooklyn, only to have her mom's new man waiting like some unwanted chaperone.

"Go into that room. There's a brand-new game console in there." I pointed at Mom's bedroom. I then turned to look at Mary and said, "Mom just bought a bunch of luxury skincare products a few days ago. They're all imported brands." "Jack, I saw Mom withdraw seven grand the other day. She kept it all in the closet." After I said those things, everyone's expressions changed instantly. Their eyes drifted toward Mom's bedroom almost automatically. "Y-You're talking nonsense!" Mom shouted as she lunged at me to cover my mouth, but I dodged her easily.