Babying Stories Novels & Stories

Poor baby, she must be hurting so badly, and the people around her don’t know how to take care of her. I cradle her to my chest, nestling her head on my breast. She is so fucking cute, and I just can’t resist cute. I am a sucker for pretty girls. I smile at her, and she smiles back. At least I think she smiled back. I start gently bouncing her on my legs to get her to sleep.

Everything she could get her little hands on would find its way in her mouth. Late in the afternoon, it wasn't for a short time she whined she kept going as she rubbed her cheeks furiously. "What do you think is wrong honey?" I asked James. "Hmmm, I don't know. I think I'll get the book." He mused. Of course, he would get the book. It was a book about babies, from the day they were born until they turned one year old. It was like his bible for everything concerning our baby girl.

I stopped crying the moment I felt the warmth of my belly in my cold palm. "Mommy is going to shower you with so much love and care. I promise that I will never be mad at you because I know that you are going to be a good baby." I spoke to my baby and for some reason, my eyes teared up. I have heard stories about pregnancy since I was in high school and I heard that a baby can hear what his or her mother says.

"You have. You used to hold me like this every night. We talked about how you'd talk to the baby, and tell them stories about the stars, about the ocean, about all the places you wanted to take them." "What kind of stories?" "Made-up ones, mostly. About a prince who was actually a dragon, and a princess who saved herself. About cities that floated in the clouds and fish that could grant wishes. Beautiful, impossible things." The baby kicked against his palm. "Did you feel that?" "I feel it all the time. But it's different when you're here. Like the baby knows their father is close." His hand spread wider across her stomach, protective and possessive. "I'm sorry I can't remember being there f

Chris chuckled as he leaned against the door, watching the children with affection. “How can we steal daddy’s spotlight?” Emm giggled, covering her mouth as she shuffled on the bed to make space for Daddy. He quietly took little baby from his spot where he had fallen asleep on all fours and placed him on his bed and covered him with a blanket before settling on the mat with three children on either side and beginning a new story. This time, the story wasn’t about the prince who waited for his princess and their happily ever after. Instead, it was about a different world.

'" She muttered, scrambling up from the ground using both hands and feet, hurrying upstairs. Shortly after, Amelia and Asher returned. With Asher around, Andrew and Isabella had to display 'spousal affection.' Last time, they inadvertently argued in front of the child, and the baby cried endlessly. After that lesson, they dared not repeat the mistake. The baby had been reading children's books lately—'The Pea Princess,' 'Little Red Riding Hood,' 'The Adventure of the Gingerbread House,' and some books on good habits. One book showed parents pulling bedsheets while the little baby sat swinging on top. Asher stood in front of Isabella, holding the book and his small blanket, looking at her bla

I say picking her back again into my arms she giggled finding out there's no bath time, she still yawned sleepily. "It's bed time, how about I read you a story" I suggested giving her one more push to regress, she was happy about that. I got her the three piggies story book and began to read it, making the voices, huffing and puffing making her hide behind Zorro sometimes and giggling other times.

She even walked and ate slower than other kids, so it was not surprising that she did not love games. Sherry stroked her cheeks. “Are you sleepy now?” Caprice shook her head. Sherry nodded. “Then, why don’t I tell you a story?” As though it was her first time hearing the word ‘story’, Caprice’s eyes widened in interest. She nodded and hummed a reply. Sherry took off her jacket and carried her daughter to bed. She lay on the bed with one arm around the girl. She then searched her phone for a children's story and then started reading it to the girl. She invested a lot of feelings in reading as it was also her first time.

Too bad! A day that seemed like a great and beautiful one for the new mum; a day that marked a new dawn in the life of the young couple was actually the beginning of their down fall and future heart aches. It was only going to take a matter of time before the devil raises it’s ugly horns. It was only just a matter of time before the happiness that once dwelt in their home vanishes and turns into sadness. At this point, the clock had already began to tick. The birth of the couple’s bouncing baby boy called for a glamorous celebration. People from both far and near came to share in their joy. There was enough to eat and drink and there was certainly enough to spare. For one whole week, the jub

He held the book in front of her and smiled like a normal human kid who wants attention from his parents. She giggled, feeling a little flustered by how her oldest son acted. “Of course baby! Mommy’s a good story teller.” She boosted with a proud look on her face. She opened the first page and made their positions more comfortable before reading the first paragraph. “Once upon a time, when humans still don’t exist, there was a kingdom that was hidden in the clouds. They are called goddess and goddesses.” She glanced at her son who was listening and continued.