My Mom My Love Novels & Stories

Oh nothing beats a motherly love. Am very fine mum. There is nothing to check. I stood up to hug her. And the surprised face was enough for one's heart to melt. I really don't know what will happen to her once she came to know the truth of the matter.

Van says and the audience chuckles again. They point to me and Van turns to face his friends. “This is my Mommy. I love her because she tucks us in every night and because she watches super hero movies with me. Even if Daddy complains when she says that they are hot.” I flush crimson and everyone laughs. Val comes up to me and looks into my eyes. “I love my mommy because of how much she loves me. Mommy is always there for us. I love that she told me that she will spend her life making sure that we know we are loved and that we will always have her.”

I said in a very slow tone. "Mom?" I pleaded. "Scarlett," She spoke." I would have never come back to this place if it wasn't about you," she finished while folding the newspaper. "About me?" I asked. I stood up from my chair and kneeled to her, "How mom? You know I never wanted this. Did I? I completed in a teary tone. Mom immediately hugged me and said," Always remember mom loves you more than anything." "I know mom." I scrubbed the back of my hand to clean her tears.

"It's about what happened between you and your mum this morning. I know how you feel about Nichole. We love you and will not do anything to hurt you. We just want you to be cautious. We will tell you whatever you need to know at the right time, dear. Just give us some time dear." "Okay dad..." she replied with a smile. Rosita drew her daughter closer to her, caressing her face "As your mother, I care about you a lot. You are my source of joy and will not do anything that will cause you pain. I just want anything to happen to you dear. You're my everything and I love you so much." "And I love you to mum.." she answered with a smile. Riley sat silently for a while and took her mother's hands i

I'm sorry. “Love isn't love if it's not complicated, Oli,” Mom said, she looks up at the sky before smiling. “We are your dad, we are not really perfect for each other. There were more reasons for us not to be friendly but we fought for no matter how long. We waited for love, love is patience. If you really are, do your own best.” Mom said she stood up and continued what she was doing. I left sitting here and rubbing my stomach, “Hector,” I whisper.

"Yes if that's okay with you" "We would love to have you as our Mom. I hugged all three of them. "Thank you so much, you kids don't know how happy you've made me today. " No, you've made us happy by giving us the love of a mother even though you just met us, that just shows that humanity still exists.

I wrapped my hands around the coffin that my mom was in, crying my eyes out. The tears that came from my eyes could fill up a drum. My mom was gone. The second person I loved in the world was gone. I know, I'm not supposed to love anyone more than my mom but then again, love was very tricky. I loved Ben so much. He was my first.

I know in my heart this will be a day that will be remembered many, many years from now, and inside myself, I say my last goodbye to my mom. “You left us all too early, but even though it has been years, I know you have watched and seen, how well Dad took care of us. I know in my heart that he will join you soon, and that is okay because you have waited patiently. And now he can finally meet you and tell you that we avenged you. I Love you, Mom.” - KLAUS

And I’m really not, but how the hell am I gonna turn down my mom’s cooking? “I could eat,” I say. The smile she gives me could light up the damn universe. “Make me your favorite, Mom.” She turns back to the kitchen, already pulling ingredients. Dad claps me on the back, pride beaming from his eyes. She makes chicken parm with pasta, cucumber salad, and homemade German chocolate cake. It’s a feast. I try to protest, say I’d rather sit with her, but I can tell—this is how she shows love. As she cooks, Dad and I talk. About my medical training. Painting. Books. Music. He asks, she jumps in. We talk about me—my life. All of it.

My mom took all the love luck in the family and left me with absolutely nothing. "Hey, baby! I didn't know you'd be here," she says as soon as she spots the sad girl sitting on the floor clutching her water bottle while she tries not to break down. That's me, "Are you okay?" "Not really," I admit, my lip starting to tremble. My mom sits down on the bench in front of me, her face gentle as she waits for me to explain, "Henry... I'm in love with him, Mom.” "Oh," she just blinks, unsurprised, "Yeah, I figured... why are you sad, though?"