Professional Mommy Novels & Stories

"It's me. Mommy is here to take you home." I pulled him into my arms, holding him tight. My tears finally broke the dam. Five years of grievances, pain, and longing were released in this embrace. Leo burst into loud sobs in my arms, letting out all the suffering of the past years. "Mommy, I thought you didn't want me..." "I missed you. I missed you so much..." I patted his back, my heart aching so much I could hardly breathe. "I'm sorry. Mommy is sorry. Mommy is late." "From now on, Mommy will never leave you again."

I can be the bigger person here. “Thank you. It just felt right, you know. Now we’ll be a proper family, all sharing the same surname.” I nod and ignore her dig. “Motherhood is the hardest job of all but the most rewarding. It’s so amazing to have this little human that depends on you for everything.” “I’m sure.” Ashlyn snips back. Okay then girl, play it like that. Jayden is already pacing the room. “It’s too early in the day for a beer, isn’t it?”

After reaching the hunting ground early, Riley and I look for Mom who was knee-deep in the preparations. Mom’s job doesn’t have a particular description but you could say she is the Queen Dowager’s Manager’s assistant. The job might have been not that special but it suited Mom. No matter what Dad thinks, I believe it was the right step for her as well for us as a family. she seems happy after getting this job and I am happy for her.

"Mom? Did you hear me? I'm pregnant." "I heard you." I took a breath, tried to process. "Are you... how do you feel about that?" "Terrified. Panicked. Completely freaking out." "Okay. Tell me what's going on." "I just made junior partner three months ago. JUNIOR PARTNER, Mom. I worked six years for this. Marcus is working eighty-hour weeks at the hospital. We barely see each other. Our apartment is the size of a shoebox. And now I'm PREGNANT and I don't know how to do this and—"

“You been busy, Zee, runnin’ that fuckin’ parlour properly for the first time in forever. The guys come in here after work almost every day, and tell everyone how you’re killin' yourself to get it together and organized, then goin' home to be Mom, then you’re back again the next day hours before anyone else shows up. You got your hands full, so if you think I’m gonna knock you for not droppin’ by here every day to get loaded, you’re wrong.” “Well,” she began, feeling embarrassed. Wolf was making her sound like a damn superhero, and all she was, really, was a single mother… just like the approximately other ten million single mothers in the U.S., many of whom were also holding down jobs while

I stared at the profile photo of the mom named Ysabel, and thought she looked oddly familiar. She was still bragging in the chat, saying, "She's my son's free nanny. I'll let her raise him after giving birth—pretending they're twins. This way, I can focus on my career. A woman's place isn't at home; a career is what truly matters! I've invested too much in conceiving alone. Only useless women become full-time moms!"

Melinda says. "You have a house in New York ?" Sienna asks, gaping at me. I nodded. "Tell me, Lani, did you win a lottery overnight?" Sienna asks. The look on her face told me she was finding it hard to believe. "Mummy didn't win any lottery. She is a CEO. You know L and M companies, right?" Melinda asks. I stood watching my daughter interact with Sienna. "Of course, who doesn't know L and M. I'm planning to apply for a job there, now that I found your mum," Sienna whispered, but I heard her.

She can't wait to get the one million after giving birth to the child. "Nine months, just nine months" Betsy murmured as she walked into her room. She sat down on her bed brought out her phone. She went to the search engine and and started typing some words. "How to... Give birth in less than nine months..." She muttered as she typed. . . Paige left the office when it was 4pm. She took a bus home and finally arrived. She wanted to see the surprise Zane had for her. She felt guilty pushing him away from herself.

The woman, who was visibly pregnant, said arrogantly, “Do I really need to check in with a janitor just to visit my own mother’s company?” Lilian laughed awkwardly and said, “That’s not what I meant. You’re so far along now. If you’d just let me know, I could’ve had Raymond come keep you company, you know?” The woman did not bother to respond and simply got off the elevator first on her own. The video ended there. The barrage of comments instantly knew what was going on, and the harsh comments grew even more intense. [The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Look at that attitude! Is that how you talk to an elder?!]

Then she glanced at me, silently asking permission I had no right to give. I looked away. And that was all the permission she needed. She got up and followed her mother. I was left alone, thinking it was over. But Monica lingered near the door before stepping out. “You know,” she said quietly, “you’re impressive.” I looked up. “Even knowing you’re temporary,” she continued, “you still try to love my children.” She smiled. A practiced, polite smile—but I could feel the fakeness behind it. “I’m just doing my job,” I said softly.