Adult Bedtime Stories For Sleep นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Yuna almost burst out laughing. … When it was time for bed, Yuna lulled the two kids to sleep. Laying in Yuna's arms, Nathaniel soon fell asleep. But Nathaniel was still awake. He said, "Mommy, you can stop now. Bedtime stories are for Nat. I don't need to hear them." Yuna closed the book and touched his forehead. "Are you not able to sleep?" "Yeah. Mommy, did you have a fight with him again?" Yuna froze.

When I see how much time is spent,I read them a bedtime story about the rabbit and the hare. I am in the middle of reading when I notice quietness, and I look down to notice the twins are already fast asleep. I close the book before leaning over to drop it on a nightstand. I pat their hair,a sigh of contentment escaping my lips, before kissing them on their heads. "Good night, my babies." I mutter,a smile on my lips, as I slowly drift into dreamland.

I tucked him in snugly, sitting beside him as he snuggled under his blankets. “Mummy, can you read me a story?” He asked me as he yawned, his eyes already growing heavy with sleep. I chuckled at this. No matter how sleepy Jameson got, he would never forget our bedtime story tradition. “Of course, sweetie.” I said softly and then pulled out a storybook from the shelf. It was his favourite that I had read to him countless times before. “Once upon a time...” I began to read, and by the time I was done a few minutes later, his eyes had fluttered shut, and he was now sound asleep.

That I also used that spoon just moments ago? My face heated up, and I avoided his gaze. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I quickly tell him and then I run out of the room, so as to not make a fool of myself again.. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ That night, before I left, Sophia and Franklin asked me to tell them a bedtime story. Even though I had experiences in putting Xavier and Clayton to sleep, I only knew of the story of the three little pigs and of course Cinderella but my boys weren't ever interested in that second one.

I said and went inside first. I missed another chance to tell him. Perhaps, tomorrow I’d be able to tell him. Lucas settled between us and again I saw how Logan’s face showed disappointment. Was he planning to sleep beside me? “Mommy, can you tell me a story? It helps me to sleep easily.” Lucas turned to cuddle with me. “I am not good with stories but I’ll tell you one tonight about a little girl who was the princess of her parents just like you but one day, she was left alone.” I said.

She said in suggestion. Herzl nods and gets up from the couch. Ciara follows him to his bedroom, where he gets to change into his pajamas. Then they sit down on his bed and Ciara begins to tuck him in. As she does, she asks. “Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?” “Yes, please…" Herzl uttered, his eyes already beginning to droop as he lay comfortably on his bed. Ciara thinks for a moment before replying. “I'll tell you the story of the three little pigs.” She enounced. Herzl's eyes light up, and he gives a sleepy grin.

Out of the mouths of babes. "Time's up, sailors," I announced, reaching for the towels. "All hands on deck!" Getting them dried, dressed in pajamas, and settled for story time was its own special chaos. By the time I'd read "Goodnight Moon" (Alexander's choice) and "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" (Ethan's), both boys were finally yawning. "One more story," Ethan pleaded, his eyes already drooping. "Tomorrow," I promised, tucking the blanket around him. "It's late, and growing boys need sleep to get big and strong."

I had buried that truth so deep that sometimes even I almost believed the mask. Hours passed in a blur of loud conversations, laughter, and second helpings. I played with the kids, listened to Uncle Mark’s long stories, and helped clear the table like the good nephew I was supposed to be. By the time the excitement finally died down, exhaustion settled into my bones. I excused myself around midnight, kissed Mum goodnight, and retreated upstairs to my old bedroom.

I nodded and followed her to our little angels' room. Samantha tucked in Poppy, and I tucked in Violet. Poppy and Violet couldn't sleep without listening to bedtime stories, especially Poppy. I brought out the story we'd be reading tonight, "The Christmas Cookie," since Christmas was just a few weeks away. Samantha and I started reading the story, making it more real by adding sound effects with our mouths. Our little angels giggled, "awwn" ed, and pouted their lips until they fell asleep.

After tucking her in and covering her with the comforter, Iliana spoke. "I want a bed-time story mother." "Your father will read one to you. Adam, please read our little dart a bed-time story." Brenda said as both Iliana and Brenda made puppy faces at Adam. "You know I can't refuse you both when you make such faces." Adam said as Brenda and Iliana started laughing. "Okay, okay, be quiet and let this father tell you both an amazing bed time story." "Yes father." "Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess."