More Than A Mom Novels & Stories

I take three times longer, because of my hair, makeup and then I get distracted scrolling through I*******m. I follow him down the hallway. Mum has already left, she always goes in early to prepare the classroom. She's super dedicated to her job, often staying up late hours of the night decorating things for their activities and whatnot. She's a real kid person - when she lost the baby, which was one of the last connections we had to dad - I honestly think a part of her died. She had always said she wanted a big family but after they had the two of us, they tried and tried for another kid, but were unsuccessful. That's why when mum finally did fall pregnant, it was a pretty big deal, only to

Man, it's like clockwork – Mom's on her game already, and the day has barely started. Now, don't get me wrong, my mother, Victoria Blackwood, is an impressive force. A woman of refined elegance and strict principles, she runs our family like a well-oiled machine. As the matriarch of the Blackwood dynasty, she takes her role seriously, making sure I live up to the family's prestigious name. But sometimes, her unwavering pursuit of perfection makes me feel like I'm walking on eggshells around her.

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. Just as she wavered, the screen carried a voice.

Mom asked, earning Elizabeth's laser eyes on her causing her to quickly add, "Though accept my condolences. It must be hard, the news of your son—" The woman looked like she wanted to explode now as Mom kept rambling, Nine's face reddening more with every word that left her lips. Nine knew from experience that Mom was annoying, even without putting too much effort and she was surprised hadn't thrown her away yet, possibly because of Grandma April.

The old lady beside mom said as she grabbed my cheeks and squeezed it enough I have to rub that particular side to be able to feel my cheeks. "Yeah! She's now a woman". Mom gave me a proud look... I grinned when she said that, and whenever she goes all proud Mom on me, I usually allow her to do her thing.. No one should ever interrupt mom when she glorifies herself as a good parents.. "Nice! I hear she attends Riverdale high". Aunty Mariam came with her daughter.. They both ogled at mom like she wasn't a good mother.. "Yes! She attends Riverdale " mom boldness increases.

“Come on, dear, before you give yourself an aneurysm.” “I’m not letting this fucker inside my house—” “Come along, dear,” Mom says to Thorton, ignoring Dad outright. “Would you care for a pot of tea? Maybe a soda?” “A glass of water would be great.” “Wait a damn minute!” Dad exclaims. Mom waves a hand dismissively. “You can wait, Lion. Calm down a bit before you join us, okay?” In moments like these, I remember how cool my mother can be. Dad may be a hard, cold, badass where the Mafia is concerned, but it takes one hell of a woman to tame him. Her name is Amara, my Mom.

I quickly send Daniel a message, ‘I’m so sorry, my mum’s been abducted by aliens and has been replaced by a dragon! Hopefully meeting Daniels mum goes better. Now I feel super nervous. If this is how my mum feels, then Daniel’s mum must feel the same way about protecting him.

Like he needed it. She didn’t know what possessed her, but she spoke. “My dad left when I was six,” she said, voice flat. “My mom spiraled. We moved a lot. I stopped unpacking my boxes after the third house. Then last year… I lost someone. Someone who made it all bearable.” She didn’t realize she was crying until Zane offered her his hoodie sleeve. She laughed softly, bitter. “Is this your thing? Make girls cry then hand over your overpriced jacket like it’ll fix them?”

Becky told her, making my heart almost burst with happiness. “Okay. I'll let him know while you get dressed.” As Naomi hugged Becky tightly, I quickly backpedaled into the other room. I didn't want them to feel like I was intruding on a private moment, which I had been doing, but I wouldn't have had the strength to walk away, even if I had been able to. Seeing the two of them together was something I would never be able to get over. Everyday Naomi made it clearer to me that she had been born to be a mother. Becky's mother. The mother of our children. All of them, regardless of maternity or paternity. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. That's who she was created to mother. When she made it back in

“The horror!” Nathan tucked his into his pocket and crossed his arms over his chest. “ You know what they call her, right?.” Nathan asked. “The scholarship Ice Queen, she shreds every guy who tries to get near her. You know I thought if anyone could melt her, it would be you, the campus god himself. But, you got lectured on your budget and got sent home mommy.”