Roman Atwood Mom Novels & Stories

My mother frowned as soon as I stated that. “We were worried sick. We wanted you to know that the divorce wasn’t your fault because we understood how much you loved that man. Your safety and happiness are our only priorities” Mother said, and Dad nodded in agreement. “Bella, who is this gentleman that you have brought with you?” Mother enquired with a knowing grin. Looks like they noticed Roman at last. “Roman, these are my parents, Martha and Holden Brookwood.” I said, and Roman offered his hand for a handshake, which they both accepted.

Without a second thought, I rested my head on his chest and let him comfort me. “All my life, I’ve tried my best to hide from attention, and now I’m putting myself in this position just for a little bit of money.” I sniffed, opening up. “I don’t want anyone to see me as a bad mom.” “It’s not a little money, and you’re not a bad mom,” Dalton reassured me. “You don’t have to do this. If you knew Roman, you’d know he would care for both of you regardless.” He was probably right.

“I’ll talk to you soon.” “Okay--thanks.” Ella echoed Rome’s thanks, and Bart started to get back into the car, but Rome stopped him. “By the way, you never told me. Whose yard was that?” Bart stopped and stood back up. “Oh, uh, Ruby Waterstone. You know, the actress from Better Days? I thought she looked enough like Ella that if people started asking questions, they might just go with the rumor that you’re dating Ruby.” “There’s a rumor that I’m dating Ruby?” Rome asked, his forehead furrowed.

'To answer your question, I am taking you to my house', Roma said. Miranda fell quiet and they walked on in companionable silence till they got to Roma's pack house. 'No one is home?' Miranda asked as they entered. 'No', Roma answered. 'I lost my dad sometime ago and my mother is just recovering from the shock. They were so much in love. I had been scared she would do something stupid but thank the Goddess that she was wise not to attempt any such thing. She has gone to work though', she said shrugging.

Rowan pointed at Roderick—"didn’t give a damn where I went for years as long as I didn’t embarrass the family name. And you," His gaze swung to Mom—"married into this ready-made family and decided we were just bonus accessories." Roderick’s face darkened. "Watch your tone. That’s Atlas’s mother you’re talking to!" "Yeah, well, she’s not mine," Rowan snapped, the words raw and jagged. "Being married to you doesn’t magically make her my mom, and it sure doesn’t give her the right to call Atlas naive for making his own decisions!" The room fell silent except for the crackle of the fireplace. Mom looked shocked; Roderick’s jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch.

I worry about you and I worry about Raven,' I paused again before I continued. 'I need you Roman. You can't go. How do I entertain Raven? You are her favorite and she is still on baby steps with me. How am I going to cope without you Roman? I need you. You need to wake up,' I said as I shook his hand that was close to me. 'He will be fine Roy, I raised strong men,' mum said placing a hand on my shoulder while staring at Roman with tears in her eyes. I didn't even notice that anyone came in.

“And you definitely shouldn't feel that way because of a boy.” I paused, feeling the urge to defend my ex-fiancé’s honor. “Roman is not a boy, Mother. He’s in his early thirties, for Luna's sake.” “He's an immature pig-headed man then,” she scowled, adding another strip of bacon to her food. “Any man who doesn't see my daughter for her true worth should be ashamed of his existence-” “Audrey's the problem, not Roman,” I snapped, surprising her with my outburst. “She stole him from me, Mother. He's probably been charmed by her!”

he says. I nod and continue to rock Sloane until Aria begins to fuss. “Do you know anything about taking care of a newborn?” I ask him. “Nothing, but thankfully, Mom has arrived. She’ll know,” he says before his eyes go unfocused. A few minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. Roman lets his mother in and she looks at the three pups in the room. “Oh, the sweet dears. What a horrible day for them and for you,” she says, coming over to hug me where I’m still sitting on the floor.

However, Roman didn't laugh and just sighed heavily. "I truly love her but we both come from different social backgrounds. Anita is an orphan and she didn't even attend college. And you know how obsessed mother is with us marrying educated women from reputable and wealthy families." He said, worry lacing his voice. "Like I said earlier, do whatever you want, Roman. If she makes you happy, date her without caring about an outsider's opinion. Listening to mother won't do you any good. I learned that in the hard way." I advised him.

"Mrs. Gable said Mom went on a trip. But her car is gone. And her closet... it’s half-empty… Is she coming back soon, Father?” Roman felt heavy in the chest; he almost failed to utter a single word. “Your mother…. She… she went. To the North, Arlo. Roman’s voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of the well. Arlo’s Voice: Everywhere is too quiet. Hope she hasn’t gone for good…. Why isn't Father yelling? Why is he just standing there looking at her desk? "She had... business." "With the Northern Pack?" Arlo’s eyes widened. "But Ivy said they were monsters. She said Mom was a traitor. Is it true?"