Mother S Warmth Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

The confrontation caused my face to turn three shades paler. “You should be thanking me, shouldn’t you? After all, if it weren’t for me, my mother wouldn’t have saved you and your mother. Then, your mother wouldn’t have lived another eight years.” As soon as she finished speaking, I plopped down into a chair. The child was placed back in my arms again. Belinay stroked my face with satisfaction. Her voice was tinged with amusement. “As long as you behave yourself, you’ll always be the master of this house.”

“It came up.” I smacked his arm, pretending to pout. “You can’t keep a secret to save your life!” “True,” he said, smiling. “But I can keep you.” Eva’s laughter filled the room again, brighter, freer this time. My mother was smiling too, her face soft with relief. For the first time in months, warmth seeped back into the house — into my life. But deep down, a whisper lingered: Would this warmth last, or was it just another borrowed moment before the cold returned?

I try to bite my lip and keep smiling until he disappears behind the door. I thought I was strong, but I'm not. Even before the door closes tightly, my tears burst forth uncontrollably. The three women I cherish appear and look at me sadly. I cry, sobbing in their embrace. "Mother..." I reach out to my mother's body tightly, begging for her energy so I can endure. Mamma hugs me from behind. Her hands feel like they're stroking my arms, as if she's trying to send her positive energy to me.

Ch-2 --------------------- Mom came in, and then waited for my assistance. I had to lift the nightgown from her perfect body and help her ease into the bath, lest she slip. Though the water was warm, the cool air in the bathroom made mom's sexy brown nipples pop and get angry, throbbing outwards like she was still nursing me.

"I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?" Her eyes overflowed with tears. However, when she reached me, she grasped nothing but empty air. I sighed softly. Ignoring her desperate cries, I turned and walked away. A faint breeze drifted across the bedside. My notebook fell to the floor. It was the only thing she had kept of mine. Inside, she had written countless confessions. [I will never show favoritism again. My good son… Will you still be my child in the next life? I promise I'll be a good mother.]

Just walked out and left me alone with my sleeping brother. I moved my chair closer to the bed and reached out to touch his forehead. The fever was gone, but his skin was still warm. Human warm, not the burning heat from before. "I won't let her hurt you anymore," I whispered to his sleeping form. "I promise." But even as I said it, I knew it was a promise I might not be able to keep. Mother was like a storm system. She gathered power as she moved, and everything in her path got swept up or destroyed.

I hated myself for feeling this way, but I couldn't help it. Lost in my thoughts, a sudden gentle knock disrupted my peaceful reverie, causing me to glance up at the door without standing up. My heart skipped a beat as I saw someone standing in the doorway other than my mother. She wore a black dress and coat, her eyes shining with a warm smile as she gazed at me. Despite the unexpected interruption, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security knowing that my mother was here as if everything would be okay now that she had entered the room. "Hey," Mom said with a sweet smile as she sat down on the bed, patting my head like I was still her baby boy. I couldn't help but smile back

“You won’t have to.” When he left, Cassie found her mother standing by the window, arms folded, and watching the night. She hesitated, then slipped her hand into Victoria’s. Her mother squeezed it gently. She had her mother back. The apartment felt warmer than it had in weeks. Not just from the food simmering on the stove or the soft lights Cassie had insisted on stringing along the windows, but from the sound of laughter arriving before the door even fully opened. Chloe was the first through it.

"We wait. Let him come out of the shadows. Then we decide our next move." She nodded slowly, her eyes distant. “Okay.” All of a sudden — a strange warmth spread through my chest. Not painful. Just... there. I ignored it. "Are you feeling alright?" my mother asked, her eyes narrowing. "You look pale." "I'm fine." I sat up straighter, shaking off the feeling. "I didn't sleep well." She didn't look convinced, but she let it go. Then the warmth deepened. Turned into something heavier. My lungs felt tight.

Unlike in Chaira's second life where she is still slightly affected after being given the chance to live and start over again, it seemed, her heart was already so numb she didn't even feel anything when her own biological mother stared at her with malicious eyes. The familiar warmth and care that should be present in every mom's eye when looking at their child, were nowhere to be seen. Maybe that's the reason why she doesn't care about it anymore.. Chaira slowly took a deep breath, leaning her side on the handrails of the stairs, her eyes lowered. "Maybe," Chaira talked back with a slight smile. Chaira mother, who turned her back from Chaira and was about to go down to entertain the 'guest'