Momcomesfirst - Little Puck - The New Family -2... (2025)

But Puck knew he wouldn't be back. Not this time. The new family could have their compromises, their silent dinners, and their polished lies. He had a father’s memory to find—even if it was buried in a landfill. And he had a new rule now: Mom comes first no longer applied. From now on, Puck came first.

"You threw it away?" Puck’s whisper was more terrifying than a scream.

Derek shrugged, a theatrical, innocent gesture. "Nope. But I did throw away an old, rusty piece of metal from the mantel yesterday. It looked like junk. I thought it was from one of Puck's weird toys."

That was the final betrayal. Not Derek’s cruelty. Not the lost puck. But his mom’s silence. She didn't defend him. She just looked at Marcus, then at Puck, and said, "He's right, honey. Maybe this is a good thing. A fresh start. The new family needs new memories." MomComesFirst - Little Puck - The New Family -2...

Derek finally looked up, his eyes flat and amused. "How should I know? Maybe the ‘new family’ ghost took it."

Something inside Puck snapped, but not into anger. Into ice. He had always believed in the rule of three: Mom, then him, then the world. But the rule had changed. Mom came first, yes—but not for him anymore. For Marcus. For Derek. For the illusion of a perfect home.

"I'm not accusing. I'm stating." Puck turned his gaze directly to Derek. "Where is it?" But Puck knew he wouldn't be back

"Mom," Puck said, not breaking eye contact with Derek, "tell him to give it back."

MomComesFirst - Little Puck - The New Family - Part 2

The rain swallowed him whole, and for the first time in two months, Little Puck smiled. He had a father’s memory to find—even if

Two months had passed since the wedding. Two months since his mom, Elara, had smiled that new, wide smile and said, "Puck, it’s time for a new chapter." The chapter was named Marcus. And Marcus came with a son: Derek, a broad-shouldered, lacrosse-playing senior who smelled of cologne and arrogance. The new family was a puzzle where Puck’s piece no longer fit.

That was the trigger. The phrase "new family" dripped from Derek’s mouth like poison wrapped in honey. Puck felt the old, familiar heat crawl up his neck—the same heat that got him benched in peewee hockey for checking a kid who’d called his mom a name.

"No." Puck’s voice hardened. "I left it on the mantel. Right next to the clock. The same place I’ve left it every night for ten years."

He stepped into the rain, leaving the door ajar. Behind him, he heard his mom say, "Marcus, stop him." He heard Marcus say, "Let him cool off. He'll be back in an hour."