Young Mom Novels & Stories

Mom tightens her ponytail and puts her hands on her hips, while she takes in the unusual sight. “Is Mom here?” Zara sniffs the air when she gets home. “Yeah, she’s in your office.” I kiss her on the cheek. “Go say hi.” Twenty minutes later, it seems awfully quiet in the office. I crack the door open and look inside to make sure everything is alright. Mom is laying on the beanbag spooning Zara. Mom is using her arm like a pillow for Zara. Her other arm is covering my mate’s belly protectively. They’re both sound asleep.

She tried her best to appear normal, not letting them sense anything was wrong. "Mom, when are you coming back?" Noah blinked his big eyes adorably. "Just wait a little longer." Yvette smiled gently. "I will be back soon." "Mom, Zac and I miss you so much." "I miss you both too." Zachary appeared on the screen then. "Mom, don't forget to drink milk tonight. Remember to take your vitamins." "Got it," Yvette replied. Yvette felt blessed to have one child who was mature and the other who was playful and adorable. Because of them, she wasn't as afraid.

Imogen “Do you want some popcorn for the game?” Mom asks as she busies herself in the kitchen. I swear my mom spends her entire life either in the kitchen or the garden. I’m just kidding she does do a lot for charity and helps out at the retirement home too. She certainly is a busy woman and has more engagements than my pop has with his firm.

She squatted down a little, releasing the handle of the bag, before she patted the little girl's hair gently, her eyes soft. "Ah!" The little girl squeaked, grasping her cheeks in contentment, "Mommy? Can we have some food?" Zoey sighed a bit, it wasn't honestly keeping up with her little seven year old daughter, she clutched the bag, walking hurriedly towards the entrance of the door.

She said that made me stand still. “You have a family?” I didn’t know that. I thought she don’t want to start a family. She laugh at my question. “Of course I do! I have a 12 year-old son. I’m a single mom you know.” She said that made me stop function. “I was a teenage mom, got pregnant at the age of 15 and even though it was a mistake my baby is the best thing that ever happen to me. It was hard because I was young and no one to guide me but when you see your child and hold him or her in your hand you will realize that those hardship are nothing. I know you will figure things out as you go on and take care of your baby in the future and your mommy instincts will be activated like you will

My grandma is young, very young to be a grand mother, that's because my mom had her first pregnancy at a very early stage and birthed Damilola. She was a teen mom, luckily for her my dad still cherished her and married her. I was birthed not long after Dami was born. According to them it was their decision so that they both will rest and enjoy themselves.....none of my business anyways "Kola, I hope you are okay. Tell me what happened..." I heard my grandmom's worried voice over the phone "Well, it's nothing that serious. Mom grounded me" I went straight to the point "What!! Is it because of the news???" She asked

I shrug and force a smile to my face. Mother shakes her head. “I’m afraid you’re not.” She reaches over and takes my hand, and I notice how frail her fingers are for the first time. She’s not that old–only in her early forties–but the strain of being a single mother, plus the judgment placed on her by nearly everyone in the Young family for all of these years, not to mention all the hard work she’s always performed to take care of both of us seems to be adding up. “Mom, I’m okay. Really.” I will my smile to reach my eyes, but it doesn’t.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie. I feel like I’m failing you. If I were a better mom, you wouldn’t have to suffer like this.” I interrupted her firmly, placing my own palms on her cheek, not wanting her to blame herself. “Mom, stop. You’re an amazing mom. This has nothing to do with you.” She looked uncertain, but then a small smile appeared on her gorgeous face. My mom was a stunning woman, with a radiant presence that could light up a room. Her face was heart shaped, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her skin was a smooth like a baby’s, her hair golden blonde cascading down her back in nice long waves, framing her face perfectly, Her eyes were a deep, soulful brown, filled with kindness and

I give her a knowing smile, and while I lightly apply makeup, I continue my story. "Then mom goes to Passione Proibita to give orders for hours until some meddler tells dad that his wife is there and that there are several guys hovering around her like vultures. Then dad rushes out like a bat out of hell to find her, and when they get home, they have a great time." I say the last part with a slight shiver. "Yelizaveta! Did your mother teach you that, or are you spying on your parents?" Aunt Melike asks, half amused, half annoyed.

There was truly nothing he couldn't see through. Holding the hands of her two children, she spoke in a soothing voice. "No matter what Emily tries to do, mommy will protect you. Don't be afraid." Todd spoke again, "The car that followed us last time, that was Emily too, right?" Haley forced a relaxed smile, "Last time was just a misunderstanding... Todd, you're only four years old, you shouldn't worry about adult matters." Todd, tactfully, didn't say anything more. Since mommy didn't want him to worry, he would obediently listen to her. During the conversation, Angela had showed no reaction. The beautiful little girl leaned against the window; her grape-like eyes fixated on the outside.