Babying Stories Novels & Stories

“Don't be naughty when Mama's busy, okay? If you need anything, just ask Brodie.” “Can I ask for an iPad and a toy?!” Matilda's eyes lit up. I squatted in front of Matteo and Matilda, smoothing Matilda's slightly messy hair with a smile. “Ipads and toys are not ‘needs’, Tilly,” I said softly, pinching her nose, immediately making her giggle. “I will be gone for a while, you have to promise not to trouble Brodie, okay?”

The baby was in the nursery with my mother, being told stories about a man who had kept bees for patience. One year. The best year. More.

Sometimes she would sit for hours with her hand on her stomach, feeling the movements, marveling at the miracle of it all. Caleb talked to the baby every night, pressing his face to her belly, whispering stories and songs. He told the baby about the valley, about the pack, about the family waiting to welcome it. He told stories of Luna and Ayla and Kael and Hope. He told stories of Damon, of the sacrifice he had made, of the legacy he had left behind. "She's going to be a warrior," Caleb said one evening, laughing as a particularly strong kick made Elara gasp.

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.

"Good morning, big boy." As if the baby knew we were talking to him, he kicked again and I screamed scared and ecstatic with that feeling. We had been so busy with all the shit around us that the time was passing and we weren’t counting. "I can’t believe he’s already kicking, I mean if it’s been just over four months that’s..." "Seventeen weeks, that’s exactly the right time for our big boy to show what he came for." He said turning me, lettig my belly up and starting to kiss her.

Neal said reluctantly, "All right, when the baby wakes up, I'll coax her to play." "Then go and cook for the baby. In my house, my daddy cooks. The baby must be hungry when she wakes up." Gemma whispered sweetly. Then, Gemma was very proud and said to the doll in her arms, "Baby, my daddy is a good storyteller. His voice is so beautiful."

“We can’t wait to teach them games, read stories, and help Mommy and Daddy take care of them!” Talking and Singing to the Baby Later, the children sat on either side of May on the couch, leaning in to talk to the baby as May gently rubbed her belly. “Baby,” Aiden whispered, “I’ll protect you from anything scary. You’re safe with us.” Aria added softly, “And I’ll read you all the stories in the world. We’ll have so much fun together!” May chuckled through happy tears. “You’re both so wonderful. The baby is already so lucky to have you.”

I was reading a bedtime story to Love when she asked, "How are babies made?" Her question took me back. I bite my lower lips, not knowing what to say. "Well, a mommy and daddy do that," Love giggled, " I know, but how?" "Well, they go to the doctor and they get mommy's egg and mixes with other medical things, and boom, a baby appears in mommy's tummy," I lied, she peered at me for a long time, deciding whether I was being truthful or not. "Well, that's not what my friends say but okay," She shrugged. "Cali, how does it leave the stomach?"

he declared, his voice brimming with excitement. Ava, a nurturing and meticulous soul, took charge of creating a haven for the baby. She transformed a spare room into a whimsical nursery, carefully selecting each item with love and care. Soft pastel colors adorned the walls, and a mobile with delicate, handcrafted animals hung above the crib. Ava would often spend hours arranging tiny clothes and folding blankets, her touch gentle and reverent.

asked Danika who was starting to feel very curious at this time. Hana stared at her for a moment and after putting back Jenny's cell phone which had been the center of her attention since a few minutes ago, "It's been a long time. But, before I tell you, can you tell me about some things that are quite rare?" "Sure, just say it," replied Danika who had prepared with all her attention at this time. "Have you ever heard that a Dad has slept with his own child?" asked Hana slowly. Danika was silent for a moment when she heard all that. Of course she was very surprised, "I once got a story like that from one of my friends. In my opinion, it could happen even though it's quite rare."