Sofia The First Mom's The Word Novels & Stories

Her eyes were fixed on the white cloth. Chelsea started panicking. She walked over to Mom, insisting, "You're the one who made her stand out here, Ms. Campbell! You're the one who said she wasn't allowed to come back inside until she was done memorizing the words! Tell them!" Mom slowly turned her head and stared at Chelsea. Her gaze remained dazed for a couple of seconds before suddenly sharpening. "What did you say?" "I said you're the one who made Julia stand out here…" "Did you stop Ian when he tried to give her water?" Mom questioned.

“She gets it from her mother.” I laughed quietly, the sound strange in my throat after days of sobbing, screaming, and silence. “You better be careful what you say, Matteo. You might make me believe you again.” He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe that wouldn’t be the worst thing.” Before I could respond, Sofia stirred slightly, her lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. All three of us froze. Her lips parted, dry and barely moving. “Mommy…” I bent over her immediately, tears springing to my eyes. “I’m here, baby. I’m right here.”

She repeated what Kyon had said. Except for Titus, the three simultaneously turned to Hayes as if he was the only one who could explain everything to her. "My great grandfather founded the WOODS," Kyon said with a bit of disgust in his voice. "So you're one of them?" "That's what I'm telling them but they won't believe me," Titus growled while leaning against his chair, he was like a madman that was already high on ice cream. Kyon grimaced. "Well, you can trust me more than Argus Van Heusen."

“Sofia, I missed it all. Her first smile, her first time sitting up, crawling, walking—her first word was probably ‘Dada.’ And I missed it all.” His words hung heavy between us, raw and full of pain—as if this confession had been locked inside him for years. For a moment, something flickered inside me—maybe pity, maybe something harder to name—but I crushed it down. This wasn’t about Theo anymore. Not really. I stepped back, keeping my distance so he couldn’t see any sympathy. “No,” I said, voice sharp, before I could stop myself. “Her first word was Mama.” Theo’s face softened briefly, but then I saw the tension return in his shoulders, the weight of his regret settling over him like a shad

Sofia mumbled pointing to the parking space “ Where is she?” Sofia mumbled, getting into the house with me. “ There…in that room” I mumbled and increased her step barging in and Queen's laughter erupted. “ Mummy!!” Queen mused hugging Sofia “ My princess…” “ Mummy meet Grandma” Queen mumbled introducing Juliet's mum to Sofia “Huh?” Sofia mused looking back at me with quizzical gaze

she finished softly. There was silence, and then chaos erupted Sofia shrieked, vaulted out of her chair, and hurled herself at Valentina, arms around her neck. “Mommy! Really?” “Careful, amore,” I warned, reaching to hold them both. “Mommy has a baby in her stomach.” Sofia immediately let go and dropped to her knees, pressing both hands gently against Valentina’s still-flat belly. “Hi, baby,” she whispered, utterly serious. “Please be a girl. Boys are disgusting.”

Oh well”} “SOFIA!!!!!”

“Names?” “I’ll be Diana,” Claudia said dramatically. “A princess from a distant land.” Sofia laughed. “Then I’m Princess Sofia the First—wife to Prince Hugo of Disneyland.” Ava stared at them. “You two are unbelievable.” Before Sofia could reply, her phone rang. Madre(mom) She stepped aside. “Salve, madre,” she greeted smoothly. (“Greetings, mother.”) “How are you, Sofia?” “I’m fine. I heard you and father are in California—”

She insists the babies will call her grandma. My son and daughter have their mother’s dark eyes and hair. They’re perfect. This morning is the first time Sofia is willing to leave the babies and join the club for a ride. Curly Sue and Red stay behind to watch the kids. Everyone else is with us. Sofia has her own cut now declaring she’s a Desert Crow. I’m so proud to have her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. She’s changed and though she worried about becoming a mother, she’s incredible. I never had a doubt. Sofia is the mother of the entire club. She fills these shoes with an iron fist, vocal cords that bring the roof down, and more love then most of the club has ever experienced.

"Da," he said. She held his gaze. "She said Da," she said. "Yes," he said. "Not —" she paused. "Not Ma yet," he said. "No." She pressed her lips together. "Entry seventy-six," she said. "Maren's first word is Da." "Yes," he said. "Not Ma," she said. "Not yet," he said. "Entry seventy-six, subheading A," she said. "Sofia notes that Maren said Da before Ma."