Mothers Warmth Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

My mother truly is thoughtful she is currently sitting next to the bed in a recliner reading a book to the unconscious girl. Destin and I walk into the room he seems uninterested because he dives onto the lounge and lays up while he turns the tv onto some type of sport channel. My mother looks up from the book and gives me a warm smile. She gives me a hug she squeezes me as if she does not want to let me go. She takes the girls hand in hers again my mother seems to have a connection with this girl already.

The wound looked angry, red and wet and torn, the stitches pulled apart like they’d given up. My stomach turned. My mother inhaled sharply. Then she placed her hand over it. I expected pressure. Pain. Maybe another scolding. Instead, Warmth bloomed beneath her palm. Not the warmth of skin. Something deeper. Something impossible. I sucked in a breath as a soft light flickered from between her fingers. Faint at first. Then brighter. A pale glow poured over my wound like moonlight turned liquid. My eyes widened. My whole body went rigid. “Mum…” I whispered, voice trembling. “What, what is that?”

Where the warmth had always— *Always—* Been present. Even when she was at her lowest. Even when the pack had been cruelest. Even when she had been most alone and most convinced she was inadequate and most certain nothing would ever change— *The warmth.* Her mother. In the blood. *This whole time.* Luna breathed. Fought for composure. Found it. Held it. The way her mother's voice had held even in the memory. Fierce and clear and present even at the edge of everything.

It was not confusion or fear. It felt like a fragile, budding warmth. Warmth of a family. *** Hey loves! How was the chapter guys? Do follow, comment and share your precious. reviews. It makes my day fr. Love you all! Mwah

It seemed as though all my years of running away from this truth of mine was just vanity, futility. My door squeaked open slowly. I swayed my gaze towards the entrance and met with the warm eyes of my mother. She stood solemnly at the door which was still ajar. Her hands dangled in the green gown she wore. Her cobalt eyes peered at me tiredly. I sniffled and used the back of my hand to wipe my running nose. She remained still at the door as though scared of stepping into the room. I really wished she would encase me in a hug. I longed for her warmth. “Mamma…” I whispered after a while. Her eyes flickered at the echo of my voice but she didn’t react to it. I could see Matteo standing by the w

Julian tipped over the edge after me, making me feel warm inside. Warm! It was the first thing I noticed as I gradually descended from my high. Now that we both were at the same temperature, he felt warm inside me and not cool. Julian retracted his fangs but kept his lips close to my skin, "Get dressed, we've got a body to get rid of." __________________________________________ ***Author's Note: This was basically the length of 3 updates in one chapter so enjoy! If you haven't already, check out my book Gunnar available on GN and check out book two which is called Ace!!!

Some part of me telling me that it has something to do with this coldness. Then l heard mum cough down stairs.l rushed to see what happened to her .That's when it hit me hard that the frost is every where around our house.lt was the freezing temperature that made mum uncomfortable. Mum are you okay ? I asked.Yes l just don't understand why it's this cold .She replied .She even out on two long jackets.Aint you feeling it Daci ? Mum asked.A little not like how you are shivering l said.She was trembling and l could feel her teeth shattering in her mouth.She looked at me like she doesn't understand a thing.

The chaos had become distant and muffled as I succumbed to the darkness. The warm, gentle touch of my mother’s hands continued to ground me in what was left of reality. Her face was so close that I could see the concern etched into every line and wrinkle. She was fighting for me, sending energy into me, and I could feel it in every fiber of my being. I could see her face become pale and haggard as she gave up her strength to imbue it into me.

Wiping the last of my tears, I rush upstairs to her room, my mind already shifting from my pain to my baby’s needs. The moment I pick her up, I notice something is wrong. Her little body is warmer than usual, and she fusses against me, her tiny hands gripping my shirt as she cries. “Mom!” I call out, panic creeping into my voice. “She’s burning up.” My mother is already on her way up, concern etched into her features. She places a hand on Aurora’s forehead, frowning slightly. “It’s probably just a mild fever,” she says gently. “Babies can sometimes feel the tension in their environment.”

Watching my mother feed my son his bottle through the window, I felt a flicker of relief knowing he was safe, warm, and dry. But the cold seeped into my bones, creeping up my spine. My body trembled, my teeth chattered fiercely as if they might shatter from the force of it. My mother tapped softly on the glass near my head, her eyes full of aching tenderness as she took in my shivering form. “Shift, sweetie. Try to shift. It will help keep you warm,” she said softly, placing her palm gently against the windowpane. I shook my head, voice raw and quiet. “I haven’t shifted yet.”