Single Mom Romance Books Novels & Stories

She seems nervous. I frown, "Okay, Mom." She opens the door to a room, and I'm speechless, it's not white, it's a deep maroon color. The room is bigger than Lacey's, and that's something I didn't think could be possible. There's a sofa in the corner and beside it is a small bookcase. Walking into the room, I walk over to the bookcase and run my fingers across the spines of the books that are there. Mom went all out. She bought books from my favorite authors. Nora Roberts, Harper Sloan, Carly Phillips, and of course E.L. James. I love the story of Christian and Ana, it's such a beautiful love story.

I never wanted to feel indebted or dependent to him. My dad left my mum because she was totally dependant on him. She stayed back at home and worked her butt off around the house, and when he came back and sees how dishevelled she always looked, it made him loss attraction for her. He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up.

Ok, so this wasn’t as awkward as I worried it would be. ‘Like them young, huh?’ I heard her say quietly to Roman, he just told her to shut up and nudged her with his shoulder. Honestly, it was nice to see that he had a healthy relationship with the mother of his oldest daughter… after dealing with his other psycho ‘’ex’’ f*ck buddies anyway. We followed her through the house and into a large living room. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling, I was in complete and utter awe! ‘Roman, Alex!’ Willow exclaimed excitedly, Trying to get up, but her huge pregnant belly wouldn’t allow it. Who i assumed was her husband helped her to her feet and she waddled over to us. Ah, I didn’t miss that.

Raina said. "Yes, I have. I used to work for my Mom. She owns a fashion house so I help with the designs. She stopped me from coming to work when my pregnancy clocked six months but I kind of work from home. She sends me some designs to review before they start working on them." "How about you? If you have a passion for fashion I can introduce you to my mom." Jemma offered. "I don't think I have a passion for that. I'm more into cooking and baking. Ronald said he will introduce me to someone who owns a restaurant."

Inilipat ni Elllie ang kanyang timbang sa kaliwa ng bench. Isang pulgada na lang. Oo, ngayon ay mahuhuli na niya ang lahat ng mga salita na sinasabi ng dalawang ina. “I swear to you, Susan, kung kaya ko, ako na mismo ang kukuha ng trabaho bilang yaya na iyon. Si Tyler Hernandez ang pinakaHOT na single dad sa buong paaralan. At saka, mayaman siya." Ang babaeng may pixie-cut at dreamy na mga mata ay parang hihimatayin pa ata.

However, for a beauty like her to dress herself up so hideously, what was she up to? Thinking about it now, Christina really was quite weird. Other women were always dressed to the nines and Christina clearly had the looks to trump over all those gorgeous women, but she insisted on dressing up like a godd*mn middle-aged woman. Now, she was participating in a blind date program, dressed up in such a ghastly manner. Not only was she wearing braces, but she even became a divorced single mom! Wait… A single mom? Fred was stunned. Although Christina looked so young and beautiful, she was actually a divorcee who was single-handedly raising a two-year-old child? Was that true or false?

“Amaya is a sweet girl, Fiona. At this little age, she needs all the love she can get. Especially from you, her mother. She's just five years old. You shouldn't bother with the latest skincare to use on her or how to make her look dazzling. Let kids be kids.” Fiona's face grew hard, and she squared her shoulders in a challenge. “Oh, I see. So, now you're going to tell me how to be a mother? You think you know everything because you have one kid? Don't forget, you're a single mom, Janette-” “So are you,” Janette interjected and Fiona gasped. “Being a single mother isn't a crime, Fiona. It's not something to be ashamed of either. It just means that…"

It was a quiet encouragement, one I hadn’t realized I needed. “You ever feel like no matter what you do, you’re screwing it all up?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. She chuckled softly, the sound light and unforced, “Every single day. Single mom life, right?” I blinked, startled, “You’re a single mom?” She nodded, her expression softening, “Yeah. My son, Noah, is five. His dad left when he was a baby, so it’s just been the two of us ever since.”