Novel & Cerita Mother S Warmth Chapter 3

I wiped my eyes for the sixth time and she was still there, they both were. Mum chuckled and spread out her hands. "Well," she said whimsically, "don't I get a hug?" Her words snapped me out of it and I laughed, springing to my feet. I threw away caution and hesitation and ran into her arms. My body shuddered when I embraced her. She was cold, not as warm as she used to be. It made my inner voice scream with agitation, but I didn't care. Even if it was a trap, I was more than willing to fall into it as long as I remained in her embrace. "Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you," she whispered.

she greets with a trembling voice. "Hello ," My mother replies with an affectionate smile. " You can come closer. Don't be shy ," my mother stretches her hands for a hug . Rue walks over to her silently and reaches out for her . I don't know how my mother does it but Rue suddenly starts crying in her arms .Her tiny body convulses and her shoulders shake as she sobs loudly . I stand awkwardly watching the sad scene unfold in front of me . I don't know how to react so I just watch mum rubbing her back soothingly.

Her smile, a mixture of love and understanding, radiated warmth, infusing the room with an ethereal glow. The last remnants of breakfast disappeared from my plate, a testament to the speed at which I had devoured my favourites. The satisfied feeling that lingered within me mirrored the motivation that propelled me forward. With a contented sigh, I rose from the table, the satisfying weight of breakfast settling within me. The aroma of love and warmth lingered in the air, intermingling with the anticipation that thrummed through my veins. My mother stood nearby, her presence a comforting anchor in the sea of emotions that swirled within me.

I admitted softly. His mother looked horrified. “You see? She’s starving.” Aiden looked tired suddenly. “I regret bringing her here.” “No you don’t,” I whispered. His eyes flicked toward me briefly. Warm. Dangerously warm. “No,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t.” The subtle look that followed made heat crawl slowly into my cheeks. His mother noticed immediately. “Oh, this is adorable.” “Mother,” Aiden warned. “What? Let me enjoy things.” But beneath the warmth and teasing, I kept noticing something else.

My mind, rebellious and indifferent to my commands, carries me unwittingly to the room where my nightmares were conceived. Centuries ago A sweet lullaby plays in my ears as a gentle hand pats my hair. Slowly, I open my eyes, stretching my little muscles as I sit up from the cold, unforgiving concrete floor. “Good morning, sweetheart,” Mummy says, her smile radiating warmth as she pecks my forehead. “Morning, mummy.” I wrap my tiny hands around her neck, embracing her with all the might my little frame can muster. The chill in my bones disappears, replaced by the comforting warmth that only hugging mummy can provide.

Meera~ I curled my body and clutched the blanket as warmth seeped inside me, giving me all the comfort in this world. Suddenly, I felt someone caressing my forehead. The warm fingers felt good and comforting. Is this Mama? Did she come here because I got sick, just like old times? "Meera," I heard the familiar voice, but it didn't belong to Mama. Frowning and groaning, I opened my eyes, only to meet the brown eyes of Abram's grandmother.

******Will this joy last for long? Find out in the next chapters

"Mother, I don't feel well." Concern flashed across Mother’s face. Without hesitation, she rose and guided me out of the hall, her hand warm and reassuring against my back. "Let's get you to bed, darling," she murmured, her voice laced with worry. As we made our way to my room, the dizziness intensified. By the time we reached my bed, my skin felt like it was on fire, my temperature spiking rapidly. Mother tucked me under the heavy, silk-covered blankets, her movements quick and efficient, but I could see the fear in her eyes.

she replied impatiently. As she moved toward the door, the initial warmth she brought turned to desolation. When Mom came to take care of me, I felt warm inside. But her parting words revealed a harsh truth. In her eyes, my condition wasn't severe enough to warrant her care. The brief moment of maternal warmth quickly dissolved, leaving me with the cold reality of her priorities.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) Chapter Eleven. From her dreams , she could hear her mother's sweet sounding voice as she called out to her. "Zara! Zara! For how long will you sleep, you have to go gather herbs before the sun becomes too hot dear " "Let me sleep a bit more mother " She mumbled under her breath, snuggling further into the soft warmth the fur like bedcovers provided. She wished she could stay in the spot forever.