Professional Mommy Novels & Stories

"So, you're a single mom now?" Mirabel's pause was brief, her gaze locking onto the reporter. "Yes, I am a single mom and I am proud of it. And let me tell you something very important that you all need to know, single moms are the strongest women on earth. When the father doesn't want to take responsibility, we leave them and raise our child on our own. As you all know, there are many irresponsible fathers out there." The room erupted into a flurry of gasps and murmurs. The reporter who had asked the question sat down, his face red, lost for words. Mirabel's gaze never wavered, her expression unapologetic.

But there was something. I didn’t give him room to use it. “I left. I was pregnant and didn’t know it. I had Poppy. I became a single mother. I built a company. I paid doctor bills, school tuition, ballet classes she quit after two weeks because apparently the teacher didn’t understand her vision. I explained to a four-year-old why some people have a Daddy and some people have a Mommy who drinks coffee like it’s a professional trauma response.” “Jasmine.”

Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road.

She was excited by the idea of having a family with her mate the way I had been when I'd found mine. Nodding, I admitted, "I'm not in the best position to be a single mom. What if I need a lot of medical care? Or if I can't work while I'm pregnant? And when it gets here, how will I work and care for a baby by myself? It's---a lot to think about."

Avery's gaze remained fixed on the television as she read the advertisement silently. In two days, the Stone family would be hosting a contest at their manor. The winner would not only receive a substantial reward but also be offered a high-paying position as the nanny for the Stone family's young master. The qualifications and conditions for participating were listed on the back, emphasizing the requirement of proficient English and a qualification certificate as a psychologist. It was also emphasized that the young master had a difficult temperament and communication would be a challenge, implying that patience and tolerance were necessary qualities for applicants.

“I heard the heartbeat, Adrien. I… I saw it. And everything suddenly became real. Not a theory. Not a mistake. Not a problem. Real.” He waited. “I’m going to be a mother,” she whispered. “And you’re going to be a father.” He reached over, brushing the back of his fingers against her cheek. “Yeah. We are.” “And I’m scared,” she admitted softly. “So am I.” Her eyes lifted to his. “But I don’t want to do this alone.” “You’re not alone,” he said immediately. “You’ll never be alone in this.” Her eyes glistened. “Are you sure?”

, “I’ll support you, whatever you decide to do, maybe she’s changed. Surely it would be nice for Izzy to have her mum back?” “Trust me, you don’t know Hailey, she’s evil”. * I hate seeing Daniel so upset. How bad can this woman really be. I know she was awful to him and there’s no excuse for that but maybe she left after having Izzy because she was depressed. It’s not unheard of, so many woman experience post-natal depression and it goes unnoticed and undiagnosed. I know I could never leave my babies, but I think Daniel should hear her out. It would be lovely for Izzy to have a mummy again.

Roxy – 8 months later “You look amazing,” my mother says as she strokes my baby bump. “It must be hard carrying three cubs. Are you tired? Do you want to put your feet up, darling?” She fusses around me like a clucking mother hen. It’s quite adorable really. Mom has always wanted to be a grandmother and now she will be one.

Mara was postpartum. Grant: $15k for equipment. Kael’s mentorship: “How to not kill each other when you’re both exhausted.” 2. *Luis*: Single dad. Bike repair shop. Grant: $8k. Adia’s mentorship: “How to bring your kid to work and not feel guilty.” 3. *Priya and her mom*: Catering business. Grant: $20k. Both of them: “How to fight about money and still eat dinner together.”

And as I sit there, savoring the last traces of ice cream on my lips, I can't help but feel grateful for the incredible experience that is motherhood. I walked into the cozy living room, my heart pounding with anticipation. I couldn't contain my excitement as I glanced down at my growing belly, a silent testament to the life blossoming within me. A radiant smile danced on my lips, eager to share the news with my partner's sister, Dr. Annabelle , who had become an invaluable pillar of support throughout my pregnancy journey.