Mothers Warmth 2 Novels & Stories

A mother's warmth that, though nearly extinguished, still left a small light to touch her. ​When Su Ying's weak fingers gently stroked her cheek, something within Sua crumbled. Unable to hold back, the girl bowed her head and embraced her mother's thin and frail body. She closed her eyes, burying her face in the woman's shoulder, as if wanting to absorb all the scent and warmth that she might not be able to feel for much longer.

The warmth I was feeling right now from the body pressed against mine was a pleasant surprise. A deep comforting heat that seeped into my bones, chasing away the lingering chill of… what? I couldn't quite place it. The feeling was familiar, though. Like a half remembered dream or memory. I snuggled closer, a small smile tugging at my lips. It was the kind of warmth that reminded me of… my mom. Her soft body pressed against mine, the gentle weight of her arm draped across my back when I was still a kid. She would hold me like that all night, a constant, reassuring presence in the darkness that clouded our lives back then. I clung to the warmth beside me now, seeking that same comfort I

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."

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.”

I whispered, a warm feeling welling up in my heart. As time went by, the tension in our home seemed to grow even thicker as darkness enveloped us. I went into the bathroom, ready to wash off the day's fatigue, but my heart still struggled to calm down. The moment I closed the door, I made a point of checking the lock to make sure it was locked. I had recently cultivated this habit as a form of self-preservation. The water gurgled, and I tried to immerse myself in the comfort of its heat, but my thoughts were unbridled and uncontrollable. I kept thinking back to Victor's malicious gaze, and my heart was filled with unease.