Mothers Joy Novels & Stories

“I used to go to Ladies Club at the church with your mama. She always raised the prettiest daffodils. But I can believe standing here that the best thing she raised was you. I want my son to be happy, Sarah Jo. He’s the most loyal, hardest working boy I ever knew, and he’ll be a good husband to you. Don’t look so surprised. You can’t think he doesn’t mean to marry you after all this. That boy hasn’t had on a jacket and tie in I can’t tell you when. And I’ll tell you one more thing if you won’t repeat it to my husband. I want some grandbabies to rock. And I don’t give a damn what side of the blanket they’re born on. If you were pregnant, I’d start knitting booties and brag to all my friends t

Queenie asked as she propped her elbow on the bed while her hand supported her head. "Yes, girl, how do you feel now as a mother?" Joyce seconded. "I feel overwhelmed with joy." Kashmir looked at her still flat abdomen and caressed it. "Why? Can you explain it?" Samantha wants to understand why Kashmir is overwhelmed with joy. "It's because the baby inside me is a testimony of our love; my love for Amaro and his love for me." Kashmir looked at Amaro who was already looking at her. Amaro heard what Kashmir said and he felt like he is on top of the world. They locked their eyes for a few seconds and snapped back when Queenie spoke.

"So this..is what you are now employing hmm.. you better fire this girl right now, your father will not approve of...." "Mother this is my company and I decide who stays and who leaves." "Taylor she..." "That's enough mom" he cut his mother off "Fine Taylor..I was just suggesting" she said in a low voice trying to get some sympathy from her son. " Her name is Joy mom, she is the new manager in the marketing department. Joy this is my mother, I believe you met yesterday?", He said while looking firmly at Joy. "Oh yes I recognize her, from last night's party", Mrs young said as she gave Joy a Stern look, almost as if she declared a silent war.

“MOMMY…” Jade whispered, her voice trembling as her eyes fell on her mother, standing in front of their door with an anxious yet hopeful expression. The moment she stepped out of the car, her mother rushed toward her, enveloping her in a tight embrace. “Oh, God! My baby! My Jadeey! You’re finally home,” her mother cried, tears spilling freely as she clung to her daughter. “I’ve missed you so much, my love.” Jade felt her chest tighten as she returned the embrace, burying her face into her mother’s shoulder.

It had been a long journey to get here, but standing here now, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of peace and joy. My mother stood behind me, helping me with the final touches. She adjusts the veil and steps back to admire her work. "Kat, you look absolutely beautiful," she says, her voice thick with emotion. She wipes away a tear that escapes down her cheek. “I didn’t think I would see you in such a wonderful wedding dress!” "Mom, don't cry," I say, though my own voice is unsteady. I turn to face her, feeling the wave of the moment settle over me. "You always said you wanted to see me settle down with a nice man. Here I am."

This was the woman Rajeev had thought he lost forever, and now she was here, embracing him with all the love a mother could give. In that embrace, the past seemed to heal itself, and the future became a little brighter. The bond between mother and child, connected by the heart, had triumphed over all odds. The strength of their love was palpable, and everyone in the room felt it, a testament to the enduring power of family and the unyielding hope of reunion.

I should have, but I couldn’t, not when your child was weeping along with shrieking, which was frightening enough for the mother in me. Although Joy had a fever, from the last she was crying, refusing to eat food, and drinking water. Although she wasn’t crying or roaring like a lion this morning, I just couldn’t leave her alone with any stranger. So, here she was with me, sleeping quietly on my chest in the baby carrier.

Lilian looked absolutely devastated and furious as she said, “With her mother’s money, Trinity treated my son like her personal doormat. She played with his feelings and slept with him. When she got bored, she tried to toss him aside like yesterday’s trash! “When we found out she was pregnant, I thought she might settle down and do the right thing. But who could’ve expected her to be so vile and ruthless?! She abandoned that baby in a toilet and just let it die!” At that point, she was crying uncontrollably. “That’s my own grandson! He’s a living person!” The comments hurling insults at Trinity increased tremendously. [Are you kidding me?! Is she even human?! Trinity belongs in hell for this

I promise I'll be a good mother. I looked at those words. My heart felt neither sorrow nor joy. In the face of death, regret meant nothing. I reached out and gently wiped the page. Leaving behind only one word. [No.] Our fate had ended. From that moment on, we would never meet again. I felt my body growing lighter and lighter as I slowly drifted upward into the sky. Above me, a white doorway appeared. It was the gate that would lead to happiness. My consciousness gradually faded. My body felt lighter than ever before.