Second Chance: Reclaiming My Baby's Mommy

By Narrator

"By any chance the world is ending today and I wasn’t informed? That would be a pity, since I did not enjoy last night as much as I should have."

Arthur’s hoarse voice indicated that the night for the middle son of the Morelle couple had been like all the others Although he had graduated in medicine, the boy still thought he was too young to have any responsibility with his life, and for this reason he was not worried about practicing the profession his mother would choose for him. Strange, in the 21st century, for a mother to impose what profession her son will follow? Yes, this was the custom of the all powerful Elizabeth Morelle. If there was one thing that Beth, as she was called by her friends, would not give up, it was to see her three children follow in her and her husband Octavio Morelle’s footsteps. Little did she know that only two of them showed they shared the same passion for medicine, and that later she would face a real war with Mirella, her youngest daughter, who had a passion for the firefighting profession and had already decided not to follow in her parents’ footsteps. But what harm was there in this? Wasn’t she also saving lives?

Unlike her husband, Elizabeth was a difficult woman to deal with. She often tried to mold everyone to her will in her own way. She was cold, controlling, and snobbish, who didn’t even bother to step on those she considered beneath her. She loved her children more than anything in the world and would do anything for them, even if it meant overriding their decisions and wills, claiming to know what was best for them. She, who had always been raised in the middle of high society, with the passage of time, acquired with her husband a large fortune and became a successful doctor, recognized and respected by society. Together with her husband, the eldest built what was the greatest symbol of her pride and exhibitionism, the Morelle residential hospital, which she wouldn’t give up that one day would be run by her three children, especially by her eldest.

"I don’t know if you know this, but Mom is the apocalypse itself." Replied the youngest Morelle, causing her brother to laugh.

"Who are all these people here at home?" Asked the boy, referring to the waiters who passed from one side to the other completely overwhelmed by Beth’s screams.

"Mom decided it would be a great idea to welcome Anthony with a family-size lunch."

Mirella said with a grimace! The youngest loved her older brother. By the way, the three brothers had always been very close, even after Beth forced her firstborn to go abroad to study with the excuse that there he would have the first world teaching methods even better. Well, the case is that the friendship between the three brothers was the only good thing that made Anthony consider returning to Brazil.

"Just you wait until Tony sees all this circus set up."

"Oh, man..." Arthur brought his hand to his forehead, making Mirella arch her eyebrow. "What’s today?"

" What do you mean, what day is today? Arthur, I can’t believe you forgot that your brother is coming today." The younger girl glared at her brother.

"Don’t tell her, little bear." Arthur stirred her anger even more by calling her by the childhood nickname she had always hated. Of course, Mirella threw a pillow that easily hit her brother in the face. "Let me take a shower. I was supposed to pick him up at the airport, and you know how that guy hates to wait."

The boy kissed the top of her head and left without waiting for na answer

Later

"I can’t believe Mom did this, even after I said I didn’t want any reception."

Still inside his brother’s car, Anthony looked on with contempt at the grand reception Elizabeth had thrown for her eldest son’s arrival. On the lawn, it wasn’t only the waiters who circulated freely around the place offering the most expensive drinks, but also Elizabeth’s professional friends, as well as some relatives Anthony hadn’t seen for a long time. This was a constant reason for fights between mother and son, since the older woman argued that her son’s friends were... How did she say it again? Oh yes, rabble-rousers and self-interested.

Anthony was no longer the same boy who left that house at the end of high school. Now the Morelle’s eldest son was a handsome man with dark eyes, brown hair, tall, with na impeccable beard, and a well-shaved and defined body that took the breath away from anyone who passed by him.

However, the firstborn was still as stubborn as Beth could remember. Just as in the past, in the present Anthony was no fan of his mother’s whims, and if he agreed to go abroad to study, it was exclusively to get rid of what he used to call “Elizabeth’s handcuffs”, and then become independent from his mother’s clutches.

"I wouldn’t be Mom if I didn’t do something like that, would I?" Arthur scoffed, but his brother didn’t see the humor in it. "Come on, little brother, cheer up. We both know it could be a lot worse. Besides, Dad’s dying to see you. So the rest is just to ignore."

Anthony let his shoulders drop in a sign of redemption. He missed his father and brothers, and he wasn’t going to let his mother spoil this reunion, not least because at this point he could do nothing but greet the guests with pretense.

"All right!" he sighed and ran his hands over his face nervously. "Let’s get this over with once and for all."

"That’s the way to talk, honey bun."

Just as Arthur used to nickname his younger sister, he did the same to his older one, but neither of them used to see the fun in the strange nicknames their brother found for them.