Baby Genius Novels & Stories

He quickly took her hand and he was very happy. “Really?! You’re kidding, right? No? Wait, Min Dam! Really? Really?” “Mommy, Daddy Henrik’s fun. Will you give me a younger brother to bully?” She winced at Aerush's question. Why is it so advanced to speak always? She remembers, she was just watching Alphabet Songs and numbers when she was 2 years old and when she played alphabet songs again, her princess complained and said she memorized it all. She almost fainted when she spoke from A-Z with examples and numbers from 1-1000. Hera said that she would include her daughter in Baby Genius because it would be a mess but she just kicked the girl. Today, her daughter

CHASE- PRESENT The tiny bundle in my arms squirms for the millionth time and I adjust its weight in my arms. From the bundle, a sneeze escapes and the blonde sitting beside me turns to me with a smile. She coos at Rebecca Caliri and the baby regards her in turn with wise blue eyes. “Isn't she pretty?” She asks me. Before I can reply, a voice from behind shushes both of us.

he asked, with a suspicious look on his face. “ahm, I’m Mag..mag… Margret. Yes, that’s my name.” “I’m Jeffery. Big J for short. I need you to help me remind Mr. Ethan that he hasn’t replied to my mails.” Her racing heart slowly returned to normal after hearing what he had to say. She thought she was busted. “Sure.” She let out a smile. “Thank you, this means a lot to me.” She entered the elevator quickly to avoid further delay, “Alright Big J, I will let him know.” The door closed, and she let out a big relief. She took the meal to the last floor; the rooms there are only for top rich people and for politicians.

Saul said messing up his hair "I want the fish to be a family just like me, mummy and you" "Max..." I exclaimed, I wondered where he even got the idea we were a family "But its true mom, grandma said You and Dad are going to get married and have many more babies, I will have a young sister" for a three year old, max was sure talking a lot these days, "Do you want a little sister or brother?" Saul asked him, Max nodded "Don't Worry, he is already on his way honey, Maria will give you a little sibling soon" Saul looked me confused until it drowned on him

“The worst has passed.” I barely heard him. My eyes were already on the bed. On David. He was tangled in the duvet, his cheeks flushed, his hair damp against his forehead, but his breathing was steady—slow, even, real in a way that grounded everything else. I stepped closer without thinking, my hand lifting to brush his hair back. “What happened?” I asked quietly. “Maria said the fever kept rising.” “It was a stress response layered over a mild infection,” Dr. Evans said. “The move, the change in environment—it overwhelmed his system. Children don’t process disruption the same way adults do. Their bodies react.”

"And you sir, I went to the bathroom and you've made the worst fuss, look at you, you haven't looked for me at home, what if there's an accident, will you live with that, can you stand it?" The boy's parents were surprised, their son was such a little boy, but, he talks like an adult person. That little boy is not just the child of some parents. He is the child, son, of geniuses. Angelo is able to survive on his own, he is very intelligent and tends to manipulate without feeling that he was being manipulated. The elders looked on.

The apartment, once a cold and sterile testament to Dante's ambition, now hummed with the quiet, chaotic symphony of new parenthood. Six months had passed since their return, and the rhythm they had so painstakingly rebuilt was both familiar and fragile. For Megan, the days were a beautiful, exhausting blur of feedings, diaper changes, and the relentless, joyous demands of a rapidly growing toddler. Benny, whom they still fondly called Benny, was the center of their universe, a tiny, perfect vortex of love and energy. He was a curious, happy baby, his little legs a constant, wobbly motion as he explored the world with wide, watchful eyes.

He doesn't regress to a very young age, the most he ever did was like an eight-year-old, he mostly acts like a teenager although he's the same age as me. He's very known for his mischief and trouble-making, I know those two will probably get in too much trouble. But it's better than her hiding away all day long in her bedroom. "Baby this is Mathew can you say hi," I ask her since she's still in my arms refusing to get down or let me go. "Hi" she mumbles into my chest. "Ohh the baby is shy," Mathew says pocking her thighs over and over again till she got enough and moved her face to call him off.