Nate Jacobs Mom Novels & Stories

Nathan’s dryly telling me a story about Kiera wreaking havoc at school this week, and I’m laughing so hard I’m struggling not to spill my drink, when a stately woman in an evening gown sweeps up in front of me. “Nathan, you must introduce me to this enchanting creature,” she says. Her voice is carefully modulated like an old black and white movie star. She's tall and striking with Nathan’s coloring. She looks like she’s in her sixties, with silver streaking through her dark brown hair. Unlike Nathan’s dad, she has smile lines around her eyes. But there’s a sharpness in her gaze that makes me wary. “Of course,” Nathan says smoothly. “Mom, this is Nicole Craig. Nicole, this is my mother, Jacki

Lost in my mind. Mum had an argument with Dad. Because of me. My stomach sinks. This is one of the things I feared the most. Now it has happened. And now, Mister Dominance wants to talk with his incompetent son. For what reason? I can't fucking wrap my mind around this right now. "Nate…." "Where is mum?" I ask. "She left early this morning for her spa appointment. I am not sure she will be coming back early though. She also has an appointment with her bestfriend's fashion designer from Paris."

I don't even know why mom never did. Throughout the drive, Nate had been stealing glances at me and I wondered if he was truly afraid or saddened by the fact that his stepdad is dead or that his mom was kidnapped. I hurriedly came down and entered the house as my mom showed Nate to his room. A middle-aged woman who Nate said was his mom's house help brought his clothes in about three large luggage. " You're sure you'll be okay?" She asked Nate and he nodded, he seemed so tired so the lady left and my mom told him to go take a shower while Mrs. Arnold, our cook made us dinner.

That it’s because Nathan and his Mom were already waiting for us here. “Come on, kids. Hop in,” Aunt Jessica told us as soon as we got outside of the house. She opened the door before Nathan and I got inside. Mom sat in the passenger seat, next to Aunt Jessica. They are blabbering about some random stuffs the whole trip while Nathan and I are just sitting quietly besides each other on the backseat. “Hey...” Thankfully, he finally opened his mouth. “What?” “I think Mom and Dad are going to have a divorce soon,” he whispered melancholically.