Baby Novels & Stories

And also, for me to be able to do this. I'm so done carrying the jellylike Gab so I lifted him and is now actually bearing all his weight upon me. It feels like I'm carrying a giant baby while he's hugging me tightly and even groaned when I lifted him up. I hurriedly walked towards his room and let go of him for a while before opening the door to his room. Once I have already opened his door, I lifted him once again before going inside and closing the door using my foot. It was the moment the I felt a sudden relief cause I'm finally able to take him here without any big problems.

It always gave me a sense of pride, I was extremely proud of myself. I was greeted by Zaria as soon as I walked through the door. "Hey boss." She greeted me. "Hey girl. How are the kids? Is that baby baby keeping you up all night?" I asked. "She's doing fine. Only time she cries is when I'm not giving her enough attention. I should've have waited ten years to have another baby. That girl is spoiled rotten." She replied.

My eyes widen as i stared at it. "This was Ken when he was only 10 months old" Sheena informs looking at the picture. Baby Ken was sleeping flat in the stomach in the cradle, his head still bald and he was naked. His left hand was cupping the left cheek of his butt. "I don't know why but when he was a baby he always likes to touch his butt" She says looking amusingly in the photo. Both Clark and me burst into a fit of laughter. Oh. My. Shitty. Fuck.

It was a video call. His dad wasn't back from work yet. A young girl of about 6 years was waiting rather impatiently on the other side of the phone screen. Her dark brown her was a bit scattered but she couldn't care less. Her hazel like eyes bore into his cold blue ones. There was no smile on her face. 'Anna,' Andrew said, in a bored tone. She snorted sarcastically. 'I'm really feeling the love, Bro 'Drew.' Andrew rolled his eyes and his mum nudged him playfully.

Inside the incubator, bathed in a warm, amber light, was a newborn baby. Amelia's hands flew to her mouth, a silent gasp tearing from her throat. The baby was tiny, wrapped in a pristine white blanket, a small oxygen tube resting beneath its nose. It was asleep, its chest rising and falling in a peaceful, rhythmic slumber, completely oblivious to the chaos surrounding it.

“Papa said you were busy.” “Did he now?” Knight smiled. “Are you having fun with papa?” “Yes! Papa is always fun!” Azriel exclaimed happily. “He even said I’ll have a baby brother or sister to play with soon!” Knight’s head whipped towards me, his eyes wide. “You’re pregnant?” “Little devil.” I mock frowned at Azriel but he just laughed. Turning to Knight with one hand on my stomach and another holding Vanessa, I confirmed, “Three months. I just found out two weeks ago.”

Not her alpha, Allie corrected firmly. An alpha. Just an alpha - it could be any alpha, and Allie would still feel the same. *** "You're getting bigger by the day." Allie glanced down at her stomach, concealed by a sweatshirt, but she knew underneath was a larger bump than it was the morning before, and that's crazy. "I'm just over six weeks, so it's normal for me to be growing faster." "Mmh" Emily beamed. "Wow! I'm so excited to meet the baby."

When I finally ran out of desperate words, he steepled his fingers and studied me like a piece of meat on the cutting board. “I can give you the time off,” he said slowly. “Paid. Plus extra for the missed shifts. But nothing’s free anymore, little girl. You know that.” Relief and dread crashed into each other inside my chest. I nodded quickly. “Whatever you want. Just… please.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small black box. Inside was a sleek, teardrop-shaped silicone plug, slightly curved, with a flared base and a wireless remote beside it. It wasn’t huge, but it looked heavy. Sinister.

Nine flatlines beeeeeeeeeep at 7:12 PM. And then, from future Lila age four's baby Pancake, fifth baby, one year old now in future Lila's arms, but newborn in future sonogram, a tiny voice, not monitor, real baby voice, in Lenox Hill private wing, at 7:12 PM, with nine flatlines, said, clear, funny, emotional:

Helena said, trying to ignore the man's unfriendly tone. The man slid a key across the counter towards her. "Room 13," he said. "Pay upfront." Helena handed him some cash and took the key, then made her way to the room. As she opened the door, she was hit by another wave of musty air. The room was small and dingy, with yellowed walls and a stained carpet. But it had a bed, a bathroom, and a lock on the door, and that was all Helena needed. She set her bag down on the bed and took out her weapons, making sure they were all in working order. Then she sat down on the bed and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to center herself.