Professional Mommy Novels & Stories

But also the progress, the small victories, the moments of joy amid chaos. “One year ago, my son was born prematurely during my film’s Oscar campaign. I missed most of the campaign managing a newborn and a three year old with behavioral issues. I won an Oscar while covered in spit-up at 2 AM. That duality professional success and parenting chaos existing simultaneously defines working motherhood.

All the mothers and sons were described as mirror images of Mom and me. Mom is 38 years old. She has a fantastic hourglass-shaped body: perfectly round hips and bubble butt, a not-too-big but not-too-small tummy, shapely thighs, and wonderful DD breasts. Her hair is described as dirty blonde with light green eyes. Her skin has a natural tan look to it, though she loves to sunbathe by our backyard pool to keep it that way. She is beautiful, no doubt about it. She has always had a reserved personality and rarely likes to have attention drawn to her. I don't think she is shy but certainly introverted. But she has never let this get in the way of cheering for me at track or swim meets.

She had been a source of quiet strength and solace for Samantha during the past months. One warm afternoon, as Samantha sat on the couch with her baby cradled in her arms, Jack's mother seized the opportunity as the right time to have a heart-to-heart conversation with her. She knew that motherhood, especially when faced alone, could be an overwhelming experience. She wanted to help Samantha with her support and share the wisdom she had gathered over the years.

That’s more than enough. Mommy Emily took Andren from my arms. She’s been even happier lately because now she has lots of kids to care for. She even volunteered to be the babysitter of the kids. She said she doesn’t have anything else to do with her life and just wants to care for the children. Her and Dad would sometimes argue over who gets to hold the baby. I just shake my head. I don’t know if there’s something going on between them, but I don’t want to think about that right now.

"Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously." "Yeah. Me, too." The matron beamed at her pleasingly; so genuine she could only return the favor. The conversation went on from getting to know her family background which she carefully answered one by one. Chloe had to lie about her true identity to protect her alibi. Instead, she told them the same information she disclosed to her husband. After some time the topic was shifted to business. She learned that the Greysons dominantly conquered the line of logistics companies in the country. Aside from that, they hold fifteen franchises that offer high-end brands of clothing to malls that are cur

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

She closes the notepad and looks at her, "Another thing to say, I gave birth of my Baby daughter six months ago. Till now, I can't call myself an ideal mother. First of all, we all are people who do mistakes everyday. But we learn from the experience. Being mother isn't giving birth. Not also feeding, wiping, cleaning or other things. It's about the love that creates when you raise it inside as your part. Motherly love increases with the baby's development. So don't doubt your love for your own child. Enjoy the experience of the process. Listen to your baby's heartbeat, feels its growing up inside you. You will be fine. The most beautiful moment for a mother is yet to happen with you. Be pat

Widya replied. "Here, let me carry Endaru first. Monica, you eat your fill first, then take turns," said Widy. Monica just nodded, she was glad that Widya wasn't rude and always blamed her like before. Maybe Nina was a bad influence on Widya. When Widya was with Mr. her attitude changed drastically and was kind to Monica. "Mom has been a nursing mother of a baby who lives alone with her father. All by herself so it's very troublesome for her. I will come here often to help Monica," said Widya.

“That’s right, Carys. I didn’t tell you before to give you a surprise.” His response left me scratching my head. Was I wrong about Bryan again? Did he really love Mom? As I debated in my head, Mom grabbed my hand, her eyes pleading. “We should just be a family, Carys. I know you can’t accept him right now, but I’m carrying his baby.” As much as the situation was upsetting, Mom was pregnant. I would always be sympathetic to Mom. So, I nodded at her. Overjoyed, Mom threw herself into Bryan’s arms.

Isabella put down the bag in her hands and knelt in front of him. "Honey, I..." "Is it true what Dad said?" the little one asked. "Is it true that you are my mommy? My real mom?" Isabella couldn't speak; she didn't know how to explain to a child the evils of adults. "Nicholas, I want you to know that I love you, and if all this time I was away, it wasn't because I wanted to. I... loved you from the moment I knew you were growing inside me and I waited for you eagerly, but... there are bad people, honey. Bad people who separated us."