Novel & Cerita Babying Stories

"Mommy, did you feel that? The baby kicked!" My laughter bubbled forth. "Yes, darling, you felt it! Our little ones are saying hello to you." Aurelia's gaze shifted between my belly and my face, her excitement evident. "Can they hear me when I talk to them, Mommy?" "Absolutely," I replied. "They can hear your voice, your laughter, and all the stories you share with them." Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and affection. "I'm going to tell them about all the fun things we're going to do together. And I'll sing them lullabies too, just like you do for me."

"Gaby's a little over a year Em. I'm sure she can spend a few hours without her mother. Right baby" Immediately the baby started crying for no reason at all "Hush my dear. I promise she's only joking" Laughing, they both went upstairs to give her a bath. She felt as if Thea was taking notes for future use which made her happy. If her friend was ready to have children, she'd be there for her. Emilia couldn't wait to scare her about the pregnancy stuff that normally scared first-time mothers.

Later, he read books by himself, so he didn’t need Stella to tell him stories. “Okay.” Baby curled his lips. He did not have such a habit. He looked at the fairy tale book and felt that it was too boring. There was no fairy tale book in his family.

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Massimo smiled nervously, looking at Alice desperately “Right, love? And I think there is no one better than a nurse to explain all of this.” “Oh, yes…” Alice laughed “But, the baby and I are tired after the trip and we need to rest.” She stood up, giving Millie’s cheek one last kiss “So, I’ll let your Daddy tell you all the details about where babies come from. He's an expert at planting them in me without even trying, anyway.” “Alice…!” Massimo gasped, panicked as he watched her walk away. “You’ll do fine.” she teased him, holding back her laughter “Consider it a workout. Remember that, soon, Millicent won't be the only little one full of questions to ask her Daddy.”

His big eyes stared at me with hope and anticipation. I pulled him closer and placed his head on my chest. He wrapped his tiny arm around my stomach. I started running my fingers in his silky hairs. It was a surreal feeling that I couldn’t explain in words. I felt the motherly instinct when I didn’t give birth to a child myself. “Will you tell me a ghost story, Mom?” He poked my cheek. “I don’t know any ghost story but I can tell you the story of a young prince who befriended a lion. It’s not a fairy tale.” I said.

His mind would always go back to the scene of this afternoon - his last glimpse of his mom and brothers - the last time he felt them close - the last time he heard their voices. He thought about all the stories his mom used to tell him when he didn’t want to sleep. “Oh, she told the best stories!” but the one that he liked the most was the story of the day he was born. “You are a sweet surprise!” she told him. How he liked to feel his mother’s paws over his body and when it’s just the two of them that’s awake, he could even hear his mother’s heart - how steady the beating was and and it never failed to put him to sleep.

Zaif and Zera Zayed sat next to her on the bed and wrapped his arms around her shoulder looking down at his son Soon the triplets joined them "Momma? Can I read stories to the baby, momma?" Zada asked "No. We will go to the zoo with me and feed the animals" Zian argued "I am the great wall of ZAZ. I will decide what the baby does" Zahir said, puffing out his chest showing his dominance.

“I love you.” Brielle felt tears sting her eyes. Mason, not wanting to be left out, placed both hands on her belly dramatically. “Baby,” he announced, “I am your big brother. And that means I will teach you how to run super fast and how to climb trees. But Mommy says I’m not supposed to climb too high, so you can’t either until you’re five.” Jaxon snorted. “Excellent rules, son.” Then Mason looked up with big serious eyes. “Mommy… is the baby hungry? Should I give it a pancake?”

She climbed into bed beside me, opened her backpack, and pulled out something made of felt and glue. “It’s a bottle warmer. For the baby.” I smiled. “You made that?” “Miss Lyla helped. But the colors were my idea. Yellow for sunlight. Pink for love.” I kissed her temple. “Your sister’s going to treasure it.” She looked up. “She’s really small, Mommy.” “She is.” “Will she grow fast?” “I hope so.” “Can I tell her a story?” “Yes,” I said, and I handed her a notebook. She opened to a page and began reading: a story about a princess who didn’t need saving, who learned to fly on her own.