Age Regression Into Baby Stories Novels & Stories

Beside us, a tiny circle with a question mark. “That’s the baby,” she explained matter-of-factly, pointing with a crayon-stained finger. “Rowan the T-Rex or Sage the velociraptor. Whichever one you and Daddy make next. I put a window seat in the nursery so the baby can watch the lake and hear me read dinosaur books.”

“I didn’t realize how fast babies grew up here…” “Yeah… Compared to what Bart was telling me, by the time a Zargan baby is one, a Mazifikian baby is the equivalent of two. The growth rate is much faster than that of Zargans. He will probably be crawling here in the next couple of weeks or so. Alex has been trying to roll over since this morning.” I felt sad at Nathan’s words, but I continued to rock Alexander in my arms as I hummed the lullaby to him. Stop growing pumpkin. Mama wants you to stay small for a bit longer.

I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do. “I thought you might like this on, it reminds me of the stories Mummo used to tell us,” Raven shrugs her shoulders and points to the back showing it has a lot of short stories with illustrations. “It’s perfect, what else should I get?” I question while looking around after Rebecca comes over and grabs the clothes I picked out. “I would wait for things for the baby till we can start a nursery. Have you been sleeping comfortably; one book mentioned a belly pillow?” Raven questions while looking around then at the pages of a books she has in hand making me shake my head.

Everything she could get her little hands on would find its way in her mouth. Late in the afternoon, it wasn't for a short time she whined she kept going as she rubbed her cheeks furiously. "What do you think is wrong honey?" I asked James. "Hmmm, I don't know. I think I'll get the book." He mused. Of course, he would get the book. It was a book about babies, from the day they were born until they turned one year old. It was like his bible for everything concerning our baby girl.

they echoed and I walked in, shutting the door behind me. "Who's ready for a bed time story?" I said and they giggled. "Me!" "Alright, alright. Get in position," I stated. They hurriedly laid down on their beds, pulling their blankets up. I couldn't help but grin as they watched me with curious amber eyes that reminded me of Rai. "Once upon a time..." I began. Time seemed to move slowly as I engaged my baby girls with story telling. Eventually, the story came to an end and it was time for them to go to sleep.

Zara asked softly, her gaze fixed on the constellations above. “All the time,” Regan replied, his voice low and steady. “I picture them chasing each other around the garden, arguing over toys, plotting ways to get out of bedtime.” Zara chuckled. “I picture us telling them stories about where we came from — our families, our struggles. I want them to know their roots, Regan. To understand love, resilience, and the value of kindness.” “We’ll teach them all of that,” he promised, pressing a kiss to her temple. “We’ll show them the world. Take them on adventures. Celebrate every birthday, every milestone. And we’ll always, always make sure they know how deeply they’re loved.”

It seems crazy to be excited for a baby after our first two are so grown, but we aren’t an ordinary family. Immortality is a strange thing. I know many crave it and will do whatever they can to get their hands on it. The thing that makes it strange is that the normal rules don’t apply. Ari is still nineteen, and I’m still twenty-seven. It doesn't matter if our kids are basically grown and one is out in the world on their own. We don’t age, so having another baby so far after our other two isn’t that big of a deal.

"She’ll be awake by then." His eyes widened. Then he let out a sigh, one that felt far too heavy for someone so small. "Okay, Daddy." I smiled faintly and took his hand. "Remember your promise to Aunt Vera. No more crying, okay?" He gave a small nod. I pulled him close, wrapping my arms around him. "You know," I murmured, "everything that’s happening right now… it’s like in one of your storybooks. You remember the one where the baby bear, or was it the baby pig? goes through a lot of trouble, but then… they end up with a happy ending."

Veyra laughed. "They are." Lucas climbed onto the edge of the bed. "How is baby?" Veyra placed a hand over her growing abdomen. "Baby is fine." Althea approached quietly. "Can I talk to her?" Veyra's eyes softened. "Of course." Althea carefully sat beside her. She placed her little hand over the baby bump. Then she opened her book. It was a simple children's story about the moon and the stars. She began reading slowly.

She replied, shrugging and moved her attention to her book. “King? Palace? Do you even know what you are talking?” I asked her shaking my head and walked near to the cupboard for the first aid box. “It is nothing! I started reading some pregnancy books and saw that after a few months, I have to read some good children’s stories for the baby when it is in the womb itself. I was never a fan of them, so I am trying to read them now to get used to them.” She explained and sighed at the end.