Nathan's Mom Stands Beside Him Novels & Stories

We walk inside, and I quickly scan the area, but my phone isn't anywhere inside the hallway. It's nowhere to be seen, and as I lift my chin, I notice my mom storming forward. Her eyes flash thunder, and her mouth opens, only to close when her attention lands on the giant standing behind me. "Good evening," Nathan says in a voice that manages to sound far deeper and moodier than I thought possible. He also lifts his hand but doesn't really give off a friendly vibe. "Um... Hi..." my mom stares at him, seeming to withdraw into her shell a little.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and Nathan entered the room alongside Shaun’s mother. “I can’t believe you want to leave so soon,” she said cheerfully. “You two should play some games together. You can leave later.” Shaun shut his eyes. “Mom,” he groaned. “He’s not my friend.” Nathan smiled politely at her. “It’s alright, ma’am.” Once she left, Shaun let out an irritated sigh, briefly annoyed with his mother. Nathan sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes moving around the room as he took everything in. he said, “You don’t look like the type who plays games.”

But that is a challenge for another day. Nathan had to leave soon. He was travelling further than us. He was going to the Blood Moon Pack whereas we were going to the Forest Green Pack. The kids were staying behind with Evie. Nathan said goodbye to the kids. I walked him to the door. Our goodbye kiss ended up with us being in a coat closet with my legs wrapped around my waist. I was so turned on, I orgasmed while we were kissing and was dry humping his erect cock. “Sorry,” I said breathlessly. “It’s been a while since anyone has touched me. No one wanted to date a single mom.”

"We still have more evidence. Besides, there's no way she won't be found guilty on at least one of the three charges." Soon, Judge Lambert announced that the second memory would be extracted. In the footage, I was just 12 years old. Mom and Dad were holding my hands as they took me to the mall for new clothes and all my favorite foods. Overjoyed, I hopped and skipped, then looked up and asked innocently, "Dad, Mom, what about Edwin?" A flicker of awkwardness crossed Mom's eyes. "He's a boy, so he needs to be raised strictly. We're only taking you, and we'll buy you whatever you want."

I quickly got dressed and went to the kitchen to greet Nathan's mother, who was already up and about. "Good morning, Mrs. Natalie," I greeted her with a smile. "Good morning, Anita, dear. How was your night?" She returned my smile and asked. "It was wonderful, thank you. Nathan was a perfect gentleman," I replied, with a hint of blush. "I didn't see Nathan in his room this morning. Did he spend the night with you?" she asked, trying to sound casual. "Yes, he did. I was attacked last night, and he saved me. He watched over me until he fell asleep," I explained, hoping to avoid further questions.

"Nathan! Come here a moment." He appears out of the crowd like he'd been standing closer than I thought, and his mother has her phone out before either of us can object, angling us together for a photo neither of us asked for. "Smile," she says. I smile, and it doesn't reach anywhere real. Nathan's arm settles around my waist for the photo—light, the way you touch something you're not sure will let you. The second the picture's taken, his hand drops away.

I opened up the curtains and it was pitch black outside. “Shit! Let me call Dante to ready the car,” Nathan said stepping away to call the driver. … Nathan and I were sitting in the car, the ride to the pack house silent. He was engrossed in some paperwork, his fingers moving intently over the documents. I stared out the window, watching the trees move by in a blur, my thoughts wandering. “Nathan,” I said, breaking the silence. “Where did you go earlier?” Nathan glanced up briefly before returning his focus to the papers. “I went to see Thomas.”

We get out of the truck and climb the steps, where aunt Melike is already waiting for us with a knowing smile on her face. "You finally came back, my girl. Your dad is climbing the walls, arguing all the time with your grandpa, of course, when your mom isn't around. We both know the man isn't stupid; he knows what awaits him if his kitten finds out." I shake my head and let out a small laugh at her comment. "That man has something I don't like." We hear mom's voice as we get closer to the living room. "Who is your mom referring to?" Alex asks with a frown.

Thinking about how I'd been rushed into the ICU in my previous life, I immediately called my sister, Claire Dawson. "Claire! Stop whatever you're doing right now!" Her reply came through between ragged breaths and the edge of a sob. "I can't, Maeve! Mom showed up in my dream! She said if I don't reach the top of Mount Mistwood before sunrise, those evil spirits will tear her apart! "I know you're worried about me, but I can't just sit here and do nothing while Mom's being pushed around! Anyway, I have to go. The sun's coming up in less than an hour. If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late!"

She asked turning the camera to Helena again. I smiled at her. “Hi baby. I miss you.” “Dada misses his princess.” Nathan said beside me making my mom coo. Really? I just said the same thing. “Mama where is papa?” She pointed to the stable where papa was taking care of Pepper which got Nathan’s attention. “Is he fine?” My mom nodded giving me a knowing look. Nathan has become attached to our wildest horse from just one ride. “He is the strongest one here, Natty.”