Mother Maker Quotes

“So you’re their own personal sun?” “Oh, gosh no. That would be far too much responsibility to take on.” I chuckled. “More like the fireflies. Like the surprise that comes out just when life seems too dark to give you a reason to smile.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“I wants this hair,” he announced, fluffing my hair around my shoulders. Then he turned to his stepdad. “Bossman, can you buy me his hair?” I jerked back. “What?” Beckett shrugged. “We’ll see.” Hell no. No one was buying my hair. I shimmied back a little, ready to make a run for it.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“I guess I’d sum them up like this: If I needed to knife a guy, I’d call Delia. She wouldn’t hesitate to do it for me. Shay would do everything in her power to convince us it was a bad idea and remind us that someone might get hurt. And Liv would be the one bailing Delia and me out when we did it anyway.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“I was on cloud nine when you texted me this morning.” Pursing my lips, I raised my brows. “And then Beckett told you why, and it wasn’t so great anymore.” He shook his head, his brow furrowing. “I wasn’t qualifying that statement, Dylan. Whatever the reason, I’ve been waiting for the day you’d text me first.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“I will sign whatever fucking paper you want me to sign, but know this: My plan for parenting time includes being with my child every single day I’m not with the Revs. Cooking dinner. Tucking her into bed. Helping with homework. All that.” I flung my arm out. “My plan for child support? I’ll buy Willow and Dylan and Liam anything they need. And probably most of the shit they want. Holidays? I’ll be with them. For every single one. Full stop. So write up your plan. But just know it’s a waste of fucking time, because I’m not going anywhere.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“If you think I’m going to abandon you when he’s screaming like that, then you’ve got no clue what type of man I am.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“His long blond hair hung perfectly around his shoulders, shining in the light from the stoop, but it was his blue eyes that called to me.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“I just said I’m retiring.” God, men were so blind sometimes. “You’re retiring from the game. But you’re Beckett’s work wife. There is no way he’ll survive if he can’t toss a folder at you and debate the stats and the future of players. You two are kindred spirits.” Cortney huffed. “We are not.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“For the last few nights, Cortney had been watching tape of players from a different team or something. Then he and Beckett would spend hours debating, discussing, fighting, whatever. If not for Liv, I’d wonder if he and Cortney were the two written in the stars.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“Exactly, Dippy Do. Kumbaya to the universe and all that duckety duck,” Beckett agreed.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“Who have you been sneaking out with?” he demanded. “Dammit, this wasn’t part of my plan.” He crossed his arms and shot me a glare. “What plan?” Shay asked. I waved her off before Beckett could go into it.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“I thought we said…” Beckett swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Then he focused on his wife, and his eyes softened. “Don’t worry, Livy. We got this.” “No.” She spun in her seat so fast she almost fell to the floor. “No.” “No?” he asked. “It’s not yours.” She shook her head. “What?” Beckett’s mouth fell open, and his eyes went wide. “Not mine?” He growled. “What the duck does that mean?”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“Dylan, you okay?” Liv asked, sidling up beside me at the kitchen counter. “Yeah.” I shrugged. “I’m just pregnant.” “You’re what?” Her voice went up ten octaves, and she snatched the pregnancy test off the counter. Delia showed up next. “Why are we yelling?” “Dylan’s pregnant.” Delia’s eyes went as wide as saucers. I nodded and pressed my lips together. No use denying what was spelled out so clearly in front of us.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“No.” Beckett shook his head. “The city, the front office, the management. You’re radio silent. And there are some PR concerns.” Oh. I chuckled and relaxed a bit. “You mean your wifey is giving you shit?” His tight expression turned almost murderous as his eyes turned to slits. “Don’t duck with my wife.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“I sighed and bumped his shoulder. “I know, but you don’t want to grow up to be me, kid.” Wrapping his freckled arm around my shoulder, he pulled me against his thin frame. “Yeah, I do, Ma. You’re great.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker

“Yeah.” He dipped his chin and shook his head. “The boxers make it pretty clear that this wasn’t my plan for the night.” “It’s what’s under the Ninja Turtles that matters.” I giggled at the Ninja Turtles holding pizzas dotted all over the navy-blue cotton.”
― Jenni Bara, Mother Maker