You Want A New Mommy? Roger That Novels & Stories

"That includes the servants who bring your meals. The healers who tend your wounds." Caleb went very still. "I wonder what would happen if I decided you needed a stricter recovery regimen." I examined my nails. "Less comfort. More discipline." "You wouldn't dare." "Wouldn't I?" I met his eyes. "Try me." Fear flickered beneath his hatred. Just a flicker. Good. "What do you want?" he asked through gritted teeth. "I want you to call me Mother." "No." "Then I'll speak to the healers about adjusting your medication."

“She’s one person, Heath. Your mother will have an opinion. “My mother is an old busybody from a past generation. She’d like to think she has her paws on the inner workings of society, but what she has is her mitts on the outgoing generation. That’s why she needed Monica. Monica was supposed to take over her position. She couldn’t grasp the idea, or she didn’t want to. I don’t know which. Here you come, with Rose who likes you and shares something in common. Rose is in interior decorating and Alec is from a financing family.”

Ramon says, explaining a new idea that has just crossed in his mind. "What?" . . TBC

What would the Quinn family do if they found out that their future Son-in-law had been messing around with other women? “Get Asher here. Let me know what his solution is. Also, call Lucia to return.” Uncle Roger stood rooted to his spot. What was this old man thinking of doing? Calling Lucia back means the old man intends to wage war against his grandson! Uncle Roger felt his life span shortening by the second he remained there, so he bowed and left.

“Mama… why don’t I live like them?” She turned to me completely. “What do you mean, sweetie?” “Why am I always being guarded?” I asked. “Why don’t I have a Mommy and a Daddy like the others?” the questions just came out. They weren't heavy. I wasn't crying. I just wanted to understand. Mama Cass took a breath. I watched her chest rise and fall. “You have a family,” she said. I frowned. “But not like theirs.” “That’s true,” she answered honestly.

“At least introduce yourself first, Mom.” The woman finally loosened her grip, taking a step back but still holding my shoulders like she wasn’t ready to let me go just yet. “Oh, of course! Where are my manners?” she exclaimed, smiling brightly. “I’m Jessica Weston—Blaze’s mother and your biggest fan.” “Uh, hi,” I managed, my voice coming out more nervous than I intended. “I’m Faith.” Jessica beamed at me, her enthusiasm undeterred. “Oh, I know who you are, dear. Blaze told me everything. Well, maybe not everything, but enough. You’re even more beautiful from up-close!”

“For a person to be a mommy, she must marry a daddy and then they have a beautiful baby. Like you, Hayley. Your mommy and daddy had you. But I’m only your nanny, the one who takes care of you. A mommy must be someone who the daddy loves a lot, so that they get married.” I smiled at her confused look, hoping that I was making myself clear. “So for your daddy will get you a new mommy someday, maybe in the future, but for that, your daddy needs to fall in love with someone who is perfect for you and him. And my dear, will take some time." I concluded my little speech, hoping that I had cleared the tension.

I remarked, my eyebrows arching in fury and my pulse racing so hard that someone close to me could even hear the sound of it. "Conan, listen to me. I'll never deceive you, because I'm your mother. I know what is best for you," she remarked, approaching me closer. "The adage says, Lick the ice cream on your finger before it melts while seeking out the lollipop that is on your toe. I understand that you want Yvonne, but you shouldn't let this girl go. Always make her comfortable whenever she's with you," she stated. "I've heard you, Mom, but I planned this breakfast with Yvonne and not Zendaya; I never expected her," I replied.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

Roger says as he purses his lips and looks towards the door, nodding slowly. I click my tongue, my face bursting into a grin. “What?” Roger asks, turning to me. “I can’t believe you’re not crowing with victorious joy,” I say, laughing and shaking my head at him. “Well,” Roger says, lifting his chin, though he can’t fight his smile anymore. “My mother told me that if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” I roll my eyes. “Words you’ve never lived by.” “Yeah well,” he says, sinking onto the bed and smiling as he looks at the baby and me. “I’m a role model now. I’ve got to reform my ways.”