Mothers Warmth 3d Novels & Stories

"I miss you so much, Mum. I have fought for so long entirely alone." "I know, my angel, I know," she whispered, stroking my hair with an unyielding maternal tenderness. "But you must not worry anymore. Everything is going to be alright." Slowly, Diana pulled back, her warm palms sliding down my abdomen until they flattened gently over my stomach. Her eyes suddenly widened, her breath hitching as a powerful energy flared between our skin. "Oh, heavens... Aria. I can feel them. I can feel four distinct heartbeats thrumming beneath your skin."

V bullets. "I know you're scared Clarke, but sweetie you have us. We'll protect you no matter what." My mom says as she's trying to assure me. She held my hand and smiled. Warmth, is such a very pleasing feeling. It takes fear out of all of us, and it feels calming almost illuminating. Maybe that is what the world needs right now. To feel warmth. To feel like you're not alone.

Artemisia I’m holding my pups to my chest, wrapping my arms around them in the hopes of warming them up with my own body heat as I’m sitting in a bathtub filled with ice. Their screams rip my heart to pieces, but I can’t give up, it doesn’t matter how much I feel my strength glide from my limbs, I won’t let go of my babies. Looking through the room made entirely out of ice and mirrors with my blurred vision, I see Matthew standing in the middle of the room, staring at me.

My mother worked for three days. She didn't sleep or rest. My mother lay on the ground, caressing my head inch by inch as she drew the portrait line by line. When the tenth portrait was made, her sanity finally crumbled. I was crouching right beside her as I looked at all the portraits she made. Yes, she was a good artist. The portraits were spitting images of me. I kept staring at the portraits and was a little surprised that my mother would make such a beautiful rendition of me.

Vincenzo chimed in from my other side, his big brown eyes looking up at me with a mix of leftover anxiety and absolute adoration that made my chest tighten with an overwhelming wave of maternal love. I smiled brightly, tears of pure joy pricking at the very corners of my vision as I wrapped my arms securely around all three of them, pulling their small, warm bodies into a massive, protective hug that made the entire rest of the world completely disappear. I buried my face in the soft curves of their necks, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of fresh pine and youth that always followed them wherever they went, my heart hammering with a wild, profound gratitude for their safe return.

' Fae feeling the strangely familiar warmth from the woman unconciously blurted a question in her head as she stared, mezmerized by the womans beauty and attractiveness. "Your heart is tainted." Came the soft voice of a woman as it reached to hold her raised baby hands, its warmth enveloped the baby. "As dark as the cloudy night." Followed suit her speech as she now held her face on which began to emit warm glow. "Blocked by an ice." "Unable to melt." "Dont worry im here." "To guide you from here." "Beside you, ill give you warmth." "To ease the coldness beneath." The woman just keep mumbling on somethings as it held her like she was the most precious thing, and stared directly towards her e

It was a burden made from years of tradition and courage, heavy and unusual but comforting in its strength. The air around me buzzed with excitement, a lively energy that felt like the heartbeat of our people. When my mother looked at me, her smile brightened the fading light, filling me with warmth like a soft breeze on a hot summer day. In that moment, I could almost feel her pride wrapping around me like a warm hug, giving me a sense of belonging and purpose.

Apparently not. His mother smiled anyway. Then she pulled me into a hug. The gesture was simple. Small. Yet somehow it tugged at something deep inside me. Maybe because there was no judgment in it, no expectations, no disappointment. Just warmth. The kind of warmth I'd been craving from my own mother for years. When she finally pulled away, she glanced between both boys suspiciously. "Why are you both here though?" Tyler and Cole exchanged a look. Then they immediately moved to her sides, each claiming one arm.

I hurry back to the bed again and take my mother's hand. "Ma, wake up." I plead. "Ma, please wake up." She does not move. But... "Her hand is warmer." I say, hope a precious precarious thing in my voice. It is still nowhere near werewolf temperature but it is no longer cold as death anymore. "She is getting better." I say, my voice holding tentative happiness despite what is happening outside. No matter what it is, I know I can handle it, but I cannot lose my mother. Not like this.

I asked, “Is this a different kind of ultrasound?” Doctor Brawn smiled, “This is a gift from your mother-in-law. It’s a 3D ultrasound. They have a very high resolution. Would you like to play around and see if we can get a picture of each of them and then a picture of them together?” I smiled through my tears, “I would love that.”