Mothers Warmth 2 Novels & Stories

Zuben stirred from his sleep when he heard his mother’s sweet voice, “ Wake up honey, It is such a beautiful day. It’s time to get up.” “ Momma…..” His baby voice trailed off as he got up and rubbed his small eyes. He looked so adorable in that sleepy avatar. You couldn’t resist the urge to hug him. He got off the bed and dang….dang…dang… ran towards his mother with baby steps, the corner of his blanket still in his hand. It was made of thermal microns that kept the enclosure at a constant temperature.

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.

Tiffany moved quietly through the sun-dappled room, her hands gentle but practised. Her mother sat in the wheelchair by the window, her eyes distant, flickering occasionally with recognition. Tiffany crouched beside her, gathering the folds of her mother’s cardigan and smoothing them down with care. She adjusted the collar, straightened the buttons, and gently pulled the sleeves over her thin, frail wrists. Her mother's legs peeked from beneath her skirt. Without a word, Tiffany reached for the soft wool blanket draped over the nearby chair. She unfolded it slowly, then tenderly laid it across her mother's lap, tucking the edges in around her legs to keep her warm.

"You're here." "I'm here, love. I'm right here." Mitchell pressed his hand to her cheek, her whole body shaking with suppressed sobs. He turned his head slightly and his eyes found Daggy. "Baby girl, come closer." Daggy moved to the other side of the bed, still holding Britty's hand. "I'm here, Daddy." "Take care of your mother," he said, each word an effort. "And that beautiful granddaughter of mine. Don't let anyone hurt them."

She couldn't understand why she still dreamt of that man. Looking into her son's clear eyes, she felt a sense of embarrassment: "Mommy is fine, just a little tired from the long flight." Todd DeRoss poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her: "Mommy, drinking some water will make you feel better." Immediately after, he brought out a soft pillow and placed it behind Haley's back: "This will be more comfortable." Haley's heart melted, and she kissed Todd on the face: "Todd, Mommy's biggest blessing is having you two precious ones."

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.

She felt the warmth coming from it like a mother’s embraced she longed for. “Mother, Father… I’m back.”

I met Mom's gaze and asked calmly, "Is this how you treat your own daughter?" "Shut up! You're a bastard! Who do you think you are to be my daughter? You should look in the mirror and see what you really are! If I had a daughter, she'd be like Annie, not you—a little brat!" Her hatred ran deep. Even though I said I would stop caring, her words still made my heart ache with discomfort. The venue fell silent as everyone listened to Mom's insults. Aunt Monica remained quiet, and Annie looked at me with pity. Only Uncle Zach frowned, trying to calm Mom down.

I laughed, "great.. let me warm them all up for you.." I warmed them up and my mom joined us when we were eating at the table. She's tried talking to me and of course I didn't buy it. If it was up to me, I wouldn't even be seeing her. But then, we stay under the same roof. "Olwethu can we ta..." I shook my head stoppung her midsentence, "we are not... please. Don't..." "Lizzie honey can you go watch Barbie in your room..."

Always the gentleman. “You look beautiful,” my mother said, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “Thanks, Mom. So do you.” Adrian sat back down, and for just a second, our eyes met. His expression gave nothing away. “I already ordered wine,” my mother said, pouring me a glass. “The Pinot Noir. You’ll love it.” I took a sip. Then another. Liquid courage. “So,” my mother beamed, looking between us. “How was your first week working together? Adrian said you’re doing wonderfully.”