Son Holding His Mom Head No Blur Novels & Stories

“Mom…” I choked, half-sob, half-laugh. “Yes, baby, yes, I’m here.” His lips moved again. “…Dad.” Ethan dropped his head forward, pressing his forehead to our son’s arm. His whole body shook. “Right here, champ. Always right here.” Irene’s eyes cracked open, just a sliver. Blue. So pale it made my own vision blur. He blinked, slow, weak. But he looked. At me. At Ethan.

Mom hadn't been this excited about anything in a long while, which saddens me especially on days I had to see her drink heavily while getting a hangover the next morning. “Hart!” Mom called like a teenager getting out from her sliver Honda with a big smile on her face. Mr Blackwood expression softened immediately at the sound of her voice. He approached her, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek, while keeping his hand on her back. His eyes came to rest on me and Joey who slowly followed after her, giving me a clearer look at what he looked like outside the photo mom showed me, suddenly making so much sense why Mom had fallen fast for him.

Her dark hair framed her face, and she seemed absorbed in her own thoughts. Noah, still perched in Adam's arms, suddenly squirmed and wiggled, eager to reunite with his mother. He called out, "Mom!" The woman's head snapped in the direction of the familiar voice. Her eyes widened, her expression changing from concern to relief. She walked briskly toward them and stopped in her tracks upon seeing Noah in Adam's arms. In an instant, the woman knelt down, her arms opening wide. Noah practically leaped from Adam's arms into his mother's loving embrace. Her eyes were filled with tears of joy as she held her son close, their faces pressed together.

It's him now. He nods, wheezing. "Y- yes. P- Papa," it's hard for him to talk. I kiss his forehead. "I'm sorry it has ended like this," I say, sniffing. He forces a chuckle and grabs my hand hard. "I- It's a glorious ending." "Of course it is for you," Sonny suddenly appears, kneeling beside me, and holding my father. Lazily, Josiah's eyes find him, and a small smile touches his lips.

Exhausted and lazy, he laid back in his tied position, eyes pinned to the phone screen plugged to a socket as he watched one of my men torture his son. “Ready to spill?” I demanded, massaging my knuckles, totally ready to swing into action. “I'm innocent.” He managed to speak out, his dry throat made a hoarse sound. “I didn't do it.” I choked a laughter. No need for plenty words, I pulled out my phone and pause the video clip from the engagement party when it got to the part Madre was shot and the bold scar. He looked at it, struggling to keep his dizzy eyes on my screen, and his neck upright. He only succeeded for a minute and let his flaccid neck drop his head like a baby without reflex co

"Awn, is that my grandchild?" Sonia shook her head vigorously, "please don't." Putting a hand to his chest, "you really hurt my feelings. Can't a grandpa be nice?" His mouth ran smoothly on the words, but his eyes say otherwise. Still searching around, Sonia tried her hardest to let out a loud scream. But nothing came out, her voice had seized due to shock, and with the look of things, she might be long gone before anyone came to her aid. She stared ahead helplessly.

He held my hand, smiling sweetly in apology. He played with my fingers lightly while looking at me. "Mom has been quiet since earlier. I called you, but mom didn't answer until I whispered in you ear." "Really? I didn't hear you at all, Richard. I'm sorry...." I touched my son's cheek, remembering the horrific incident that was still present in my nightmares.

Hendry asked knowing his Mom can be a bit dramatic at times. "Well, yes, now that flirty PA of yours is making a move to my other son. What is going on Hendry? He gave Holden scratches?! On his face! And his back is bruised like he was pushed!" "Mom, Holden was about to rape my boyfriend! Don't make me come there and beat the shit out of him! Sloan had to have a headscan, Holden slapped him and the side of his face hit the dashboard. Sloan has a bruised face!"

I said softly. We sat there for a long time without speaking. The kind of silence that wasn’t heavy anymore, just quiet. Comfortable. Then his phone buzzed. He frowned, checked the message, and his entire expression changed. “What is it?” I asked quickly. He stood up. “Nathan.” My pulse spiked. “What does he want now?” Soren’s jaw tightened. “He sent me a picture.” I stood too. “Of what?” He turned the screen toward me. My stomach dropped. It was a photo of my mother, at the hospital, looking confused, a man in the background I didn’t recognize.

Lisa said glaring at Dame. "What!! but it was fun!!! he sang. Admit it you enjoyed it he sang poking Lisa who was trying to hold her laughter which wasn't working. "Fine, It was fun." "Besides the cupcakes were for you mum". "Awwwwn, is it now?. "Yes". "Group hug? I love you guys so much" I said to the as tears welled up in my eyes. "Mum don't cry, we love you too". Damien said kissing my forehead. Did I say he was taller than me?. Yep, my son is taller than I am.