Young Mom Novels & Stories

"Come home this weekend for Tara’s birthday party." Her tone was cold as though she were making a routine announcement. That was my mom, Margaret Salem. Tara, whom she mentioned, was my late aunt's daughter. My aunt had passed away when Tara was very young and so she had been taken in by my family. Over the past 16 years, Tara and Mom had seemed more like mother and daughter than I had ever felt with her. I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond.

Dad adds, joining us. We stay in each other’s embrace for a while before separating. “Another grandbaby. This is so awesome. I better start shopping” mom says excitedly, her face transforming with the smile that takes over. She was literally jumping up and down like a school girl. “How many people can brag that they’re grandmas at forty three? I am a young and chick grandmother and I still energetic enough to run around with my grandkids” Dad and I laugh in amusement as mom twirls around in my living room like a ballerina. Standing up, dad pulls her into his arms and kisses her. He then spins her as mom laughs in joy.

Mom said, and we smiled at her. "Runo is my first baby, and my baby Darenn is my youngest. I don't mind losing everything except you two, and I am so happy you're here beside me now. Our family might be incomplete; I hope you're happy with just me as your parent," Mom said, and I immediately nodded at her.

Broddi said, shrugging, "But seriously, how's home?" "Good I guess," Mrs. Jones sighed, dragging one of her tiny hands through her hair, "but being a single mom with four kids to take care of can put a damper on your mood. And, not to mention, your aging. I look four times older than I actually am." "Please," Broddi said, rolling his eyes, "You don't look a day past twenty." "You're saying I look older than my own mother!" Axel called, his expression feigning a pout.

I make my way to the freezer to get some bread but just as I reach for the handle dad says, “Sorry honey, I just put the last two pieces in. Would you mind heading to the store?”. “Ugh… seriously!” I sigh in exasperation. Just as I’m about to storm out of the room for my keys my mum turns up and stands in the doorway. Mums name is Kylie she is short, rather pretty with her black mane and dark brown eyes that glow like headlights off a car and her petite nose and full lipped mouth with pristine white teeth that smile at me every morning. She waitresses at a small restaurant in the town.

She strolled into the room, walking like some zombie while dragging her feet. "You know what, mom? Fuck the guys; let's go have some fun," I said. "Really! Like the girl's day out?" she yelled, looking alive again. I nodded my head in response, and we both hurried into the room. Within a twinkling of an eye, we were both ready and heading out. Honestly, Mom looked hot in the tight lemon jumpsuit she was wearing. "It's Dad's loss." I have always wanted to ask her how old she was when she gave birth to me because she kind of looks too young. Or maybe I should be asking about her skincare routine.

Summer was also there, holding the new phone Aunt Baby gave her. “Mom, Dad, I’m off to go.” I quickly captured their attention, causing them to glance in my direction. Mom swiftly rose from the couch beside Dad and got closer to me. Despite being in her forties, I couldn't help but think she was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever encountered. Her appearance defied her age completely. “You look so handsome, my son.” Mom cupped my jaw, smiling as she admired my appearance. Dad approached as well, looking as youthful as ever. At forty-eight, he seemed ageless, exuding a fresh and vibrant demeanor. “Remember what I told you, son?”

Like a humming thread stretched too tight. Why? My brows draw together. The girl holding the baby is young. Pretty. Her eyes look like they’ve cried too much recently. Her arms are curled protectively around the child, but she won’t look at Tyron. Not directly. Not for more than a split second. That tells me more than she realizes. “Who are they?” my mom’s voice drifts beside me, low and careful, though her eyes are sharp. “I don’t know yet,” I murmur back.

I sighed, wondering why I had to tell her that when it was not necessary. “Is she pretty?” Selene looked at me, raising her eyebrows as she asked me. Among the three, she may be the youngest or the last to get out from her mother’s tummy; she acted like she was the eldest. “Very.” I raised my index finger. “It’s my turn to ask. Where’s your mommy?” “In the office. She’s a single mom, so she has to work hard because she has three mouths to feed,” Leyanne answered, causing my father to laugh hard.

She fell into a loud burst of laughter and walked to my mom, "Sometimes your idiot son tends to forget who I am." with a shake of her head, she started to walk off. I watched with an amused glint in my eyes and smiled to myself. Melody was such a handful, but I'd still choose over other million girls and perfect models. I loved her imperfections the most because they revealed the kind of person she was underneath all the greatness and toughness. And when wearing that skimpy gown, she looked like a fuckin' snack. "And oh, Brittany?" she spun lazily on her heel to glare e at my mom. "You are going to be a grandmom. Congratulations!" she dropped the bomb with a very straight face. Others would