Mothers Joy Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Amber, are you sure you want Diana Sinclair to become Elliot Cladwell's deceased biological mother?" The mechanical voice sounded in my mind, and I didn't hesitate. "I'm sure." "Understood. The Wish-Granting System has been activated. Diana Sinclair's wish will be fulfilled in three days." Diana had already unbuttoned her clothes down to her chest in the on-call room. She was pinned beneath Elliot as she laughed breathlessly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, embellishing her explanation as she spoke. "Honestly, I wish I could just become Elliot's mom. Every time I see him like this during an episode, my heart aches so much I can barely stand it!"

Lionel nodded with a smile and they left for Rosita's ward. ROSITA'S WARD They got to Rosita's ward and Lionel slowly pushed the door open. Tears streamed down Riley's eyes on seeing how her mother lay unconscious on the bed. Lionel pushed her closer to her mother's bed. "Mum.." she called amidst tears as she neared her bed. She took her mother's hand into hers. "Your little girl is here mum...., can you hear me?" she uttered wiping the tears away from her eyes. "Do you know mum...Dad left us.." she replied sobbing.

I walked up to the dj to get everyone's attention. "The music came to a stop. "Can I get everyone's attention please?. "Thank you all for coming to my son's birthday. I know it was a short notice but I appreciate your presence. A few weeks ago, I didn't know I would have a kid let alone four kids but today am a proud of those four kids over there. And I couldn't be happier. I just want to say thank you for coming into my life and making it colorful. You kids should know that I love you to the moon and back. "We love you too momma" the kids chorused.

I went to them. " Mama, this is the Luna Queen, she stayed with me and comforted me, " Joy said. She was relieved that her mother was safe. " Thank you so much, Queen Adira," Joy's mother said. I could tell she was weak and had visible bruises on her pale skin. She also had a deep cut on her leg that was taking longer to heal. I held her hand and healed her.

Now she understood the joy of motherhood and it felt too good to be true. “ I'm a mother. ” She could hear her mom's voice from the letter when she was born. Indeed, the joy of motherhood is one that every woman should experience as it's just too beautiful to be true. …. A/N : Wow! This chapter is emotion packed! What do you think, guys?

Hot, thick tears spilled over her lashes, running down her cheeks and dripping off her chin onto the cold marble. She opened her eyes and looked at her own reflection. She let go of the counter, bringing her trembling hand down to press flat against her lower stomach. She pushed lightly against the thick wool of her sweater. She was going to be a mother. A profound, fierce wave of emotion surged through her chest. It was not fear. It was an overwhelming, absolute joy that physically ached. She let out a wet, shaky laugh, the sound bouncing off the glass walls of the shower. Damian was going to be a father.

It’s John, Joy and Jay, everybody say Yay! Jay joined in with Yay. Middle J was born today, everybody say Yay!she said laughing and Jay responded with Yay! Everyone busts out laughing. It’s good to see you happy kid, John said. Happy birthday Auntie Joy, she said kissing her cheeks. You look ten years younger, I think I will find you a younger husband. Watch it kiddo, John warned as Joy and Jay busts out laughing. My favourite flowers and cake, what more can a Mother ask for? Joy said hugging her. She narrowed her eyes looking at the rims around Aziza’s eyes. You look like you have not slept in days child, are you still having the nightmares?

“Do you remember the summers when you were little? When we used to lie on the grass and count clouds? I’d forgotten how much I loved the sky.” I stared at her, stunned. “Mom,” I said, more firmly this time. “Why are you saying this?” “Because you worry too much,” she replied, reaching for her cup. “You always have. You carry everyone’s burdens like they’re yours to solve.” I felt something crack inside me. I had rehearsed anger. I had prepared for denial. I had even braced myself for excuses. I had not prepared for joy. For this version of my mother, unhaunted, unresentful, glowing with a happiness that felt both miraculous and terrifying.

I wasn’t anything. I was just full. Too full. Full of something I hadn’t felt in a very long time, joy. The real kind. The kind that pushes water into your eyes and doesn’t stop there, but spreads through your skin, your stomach, your chest. Like heat from the sun after years of waiting in the cold. My mother was coming back. Alive. That was all I needed. I lay on the bed for hours, eyes wide open, fingers gently pressed against my lips like they were sealing in all the emotion. I traced the ceiling with my gaze, not really seeing it, just feeling the space around me.

Vespa What is joy? Joy is when something you've wished for, after giving up hope, finally arrives. I've never felt such elation in my life. It felt like a dream, a surreal moment that would soon fade away. I held the pregnancy test in my trembling hands, staring at the tiny screen as the plus sign emerged. I blinked repeatedly, rubbed my eyes, and looked again, wondering if it was real. I kept gazing at the two pink lines until my vision became blurry and tears of joy streamed down my face.