Baby Novels & Stories

“Fine. Show me.” Kai moved behind me, his chest brushing my back. His hands settled lightly on my shoulders. “Breathe in slow through your nose… deep into your belly. Hold it. Then let it out even slower through your mouth. Like this.” He demonstrated, his breath warm against my ear. “Try it.” I closed my eyes and copied him. In… hold… out. It felt weird at first, but his voice stayed steady and kind. “Good. Again. Longer hold this time. You’re doing great.”

I cleared my throat and said in my best innocent voice, “Good evening, sir. I’m Nurse baby, here to check your vitals.” His smirk nearly killed me. “Oh, I’m very sick, Nurse,” he said, voice low and wicked. “I’ve got this aching problem right between my legs.” My thighs clenched. I walked toward him with a sway in my hips and placed the tip of the toy stethoscope against his chest. “Your heart’s beating so fast, Daddy,” I said sweetly. He growled. “Get on your knees.” I dropped instantly. He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang free-already hard.

Leo, in Primark hoodie, kneeling, ear on her flat stomach, whispered: "Baby sesame, it's Dada, Primark Dada, please kick soon so Grandpa Chairman doesn't faint but smiles." Biscuit cat, in tiny strawberry pajamas size cat, sneezed from hospital flowers.

He’s holding a plastic toy, tapping it against the tile like it’s a game. “Mommy?” No answer. The toy rolls slightly when he drops it. He doesn’t understand. “There’s a child,” I say quietly. Kieran’s expression tightens slightly. “How old?” “Two. Maybe three.” Then the crying begins. Sharp. Hungry. Desperate. It comes from the bedroom. “And a baby,” I whisper. My throat tightens. “Only a few weeks old.” The crying echoes in my head. “The baby’s in the bedroom. In a bassinet.”

"Are we opening a boutique?" "She needs options," I said, picking up a onesie with a picture of a avocado on it. "This is 0-3 months. This goes in the top drawer. But this..." I held up a nearly identical onesie with a slightly different shade of green. "...is newborn size. Bottom drawer." "Right," Noah said, setting down the tea. "Because heaven forbid she wears the avocado in the wrong season." He picked up a tiny white sock. He held it on the tip of his index finger. It looked ridiculous against his large hand.

He wraps his arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. Someone tugs on my pants, and I look down and smile at my kids. Mary is two years old and is just like her daddy. She's blonde with blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She holds her brother's hand, Noa, who looks like me, with his black hair and big light green eyes. I take them both in my arms and drape them over my shoulders. Angel kisses me softly on the lips and walks away from me, letting big white wings sprout from her back, - Angel?

I am about to ask when a tiny mewling cry sends a jolt through me. “The baby?” I ask in desperation, my voice cracking. Celine smiles warmly. “He’s doing great. Strong little guy. We’ll bring him over in a moment, just let you rest a bit.” A word sticks out. He. It’s a boy. I shake my head, urgency sparking in my blurry vision. “No, now. Please.” Celine hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Alright, but take it slow, okay?” With surprising strength, I reach out. My fingers brush against the cool metal of the bassinet as Celine carefully wheels it closer. Inside, nestled in a cloud of white blankets, lies a tiny creature.

"Let's end this. It can't go on any longer." Those words left my lips just as my heart caved in. Tears dropped from her eyes. She pleaded with me. But my mind was made up. More like 'I had no choice.' She might be my mate. But there are a lot of things keeping us from being together. First, she's an Omega. And I'm an Alpha. A union between an Alpha and an Omega was forbidden. My family will never accept her either. Second, she's from Blueberry Pack. And my pack has been at war with her pack for decades. It's like a vendetta. So I can never be with a girl from her pack. But I loved her so much that I was willing to give it a try. See as long as it goes. Too bad our love stor

I took out my phone, discreetly recording the precious moment. He carefully placed the baby into the car seat, then turned around, catching me in the act. Swiftly, I put my phone away, and he approached me, chuckling as I laughed and backed away. With a mischievous smirk, Hayden sprinted after me, and I turned, attempting to flee as fast as I could. But he was too quick.

Finally it was my turn. "She's tired but awake. She's asking for you." Cassy said as they walked out of her room. I nodded and took a deep breath. "Hey, Baby." I whispered as I walked in. I tried not to react to seeing her. She had tubes all over her. She looked pale and tiny in the bed. She looked at me and gave me a weak smile. "Wolfie..." she sighed and I rushed to her side. I held her hand as I sat down next to her.