Bebé Novels & Stories

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.

Nathan was annoyed himself because he wasn't a smart person to say things like this to a woman—no, Nathan wasn't someone who had to be careful about what he said to the person he was talking to like when he was talking to Lian now because most of his close friends is a man and the way Nathan talks to other women is— "What do you mean, Nathan, should we replace it with an informal address like 'Babe' or ‘honey’ like that?" Nathan's eyes widened when he heard Lian dissolve his anxiety in an instant just because of those short words, and without hesitation, Nathan immediately nodded to confirm what Lian had guessed. “Do you mind?”

She leaned against my side and peered at the laptop screen with curious eyes. “Pretty,” she said, pointing at the colorful layout. I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “It’s a place I’m designing. For families. With rooms where kids can play.” Lily nodded like this made perfect sense, then turned and pressed her small hand gently against my belly. “Bebe,” she said proudly, patting softly. “Bebe… hi.” My throat tightened. She kept patting, her little hand warm and gentle. “Bebe… play?”

“Do we really need all these sizes? What’s the difference between ‘newborn’ and ‘size one’?” Susan laughed. “Newborn is for right after she’s born. Size one is for when she’s a little bigger. Don’t worry, I’ll guide you through this.”

I said as I opened the album which had all of Asa's baby pictures. "Asa?" Ren asked and I nodded. I showed him pictures of Hana holding Asa when he was small. Asa's first steps and I explained to him important memories from it but ended with how lonely Asa was without siblings. "Ren my boy, mommy may not have a lot of time for us because of the baby needs him more but know mommy loves you. Your new sibling will need a lot of help and affection from very strong, confident and brave big brothers like you and Asa. I'm sure the baby will be glad to know how lucky he or she is to have a nice, cute and chubby..." I tickled his stomach as he giggled. "Big brother like you and Asa."

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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."

"And this is Baby." Kiersey smiled at the baby, waving. "Hi. I'm Kiersey, it's nice to meet you, Kizza. And I like your name, Baby." Kizza threw her head back in a short laugh. "My bad. Her real name is Taliya, we all got used to calling her The Baby, then just Baby." Kiersey smiled. "Oh." "Yeah. Yours is a nice name as well. We both have names starting with K. Don't tell me you get called Key too."

I release. The death is instant. The deer falls to the ground, cracking twigs and old leaves beneath it. Keenan gives me a reassuring smile. ''Nice shot, ladybug.'' I release the breath I was holding and slowly go to the animal. It's small, still thin after the harsh winter. ''Yeah, let's get it back home'' I say, looking at my brother, smiling softly at the nickname he's given to me when I was a toddler. Keenan comes to the animal and lifts it easily on his shoulder. I furrow my brows.

The little baby slept peacefully in her crib, swaddled in warm clothes and blankets, and obviously unaware of the fact that her mother was staring at her in awe. It had been exactly six days since baby Emma had been born, and still, Becca could not get enough of looking at her daughter. Most times, it was because Emma looked so cute sleeping, while at other times, Becca wanted to be sure that Emma was still breathing. She looked so still and peaceful whenever she slept. Becca knew that she was being overly sentimental, but she could hardly help herself. It felt like she could just sit all day and stare at little Emma's tiny face and never get tired of doing so. As a matter of fact, she reali