Bebé Novels & Stories

The baby is healthy and is five months old. Phoebe was dumbfounded. She stared wide-eyed at Mila's belly. She was momentarily speechless as she was shocked and bewildered. Mila turned to glance at Phoebe. She couldn't help but be amused by her reaction. She said, "It's true. Do you want to touch it?" Phoebe walked toward Mila and cautiously touched her belly. Though her belly looked small, it felt firm when touched, it was a surprising sensation. Phoebe was astonished, so she asked, "Whose child is this?"

"Hello, Sis. It's nice to meet you. I brought you some gifts." Brandy brightened. She slipped out of Jason's arms, padded over in her slippers, and rummaged through my gifts. "What did you buy? Did you get Dee Dee any candy?" She opened the bag, saw the dried mushrooms and pouted. "But Dee Dee doesn't eat this." My smile was about to crack. Raymond hurried to calm things down. "Mom, Fran bought that supplement for you. She picked it out herself." Brandy huffed and pushed the mushrooms aside. She then curled up on the couch with her knees to her chest and said, "Dee Dee is thirsty."

Blocking Kelly's number, I toss my phone aside—someone as frivolous as her just wasn't worth my time. - After getting enough rest, I heard downstairs and quickly picked up a scent of scrumptious food wafting from the kitchen. My mother saw me and beamed. "Come here, Jo! Let's eat." I nodded and sat down at the dining table, while she served me a bowl of soup and said softly, "By the way, we've got you a nutritionist who will supervise your postpartum care. And since your baby is still too young, we also got a nanny. We have to make sure she grows up healthy and happy."

Quiet. I felt small walking through it. Like a child playing dress-up in adult decisions. The exam room was cold, and the paper on the table crackled beneath me as I lay back. The nurse made small talk I barely answered, and then the machine beeped and whirred, and... There it was. A heartbeat. A flicker. A tiny, undeniable sign of life blooming inside me. The technician adjusted the wand, then smiled. “There it is. Strong. Looks like about six weeks along. Everything’s measuring beautifully.”

; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} baby’s life. - Don’t mention it. I am happy to help you. I am sorry that I realized so late my mistake and you did suffer all this time. But I will make it up to you. I will try to bring you some fruit; some vitamins for the baby. I have to keep you healthy and strong somehow. - Belle? - Yes, Rita…

the idiot! “Mama,” Lucy echoed, and my heart stopped. My eyes filled with tears and I had to swallow past the burning lump in my throat. Oh, it was such a lovely thing to hear, but it was all so wrong. I wasn’t her mother and could never be her mother. “No, Lucy. I’m Melissa. Mel-liss-sa,” I uttered slowly for her, like an idiot. Right, she’d totally get it. S-sounds are the hardest for babies to learn.

"Ofcourse Bea..I I heard a baby's cry, I ignored thinking maybe it's her neighbor's not until a toddler walked up to her and handed her his broken toy. It was so unexpected that Bea wanted to end the call but it was too late. "Wait a minute,Bea.is that...oh my gosh ,is it what am thinking ,Bea you have a baby?" I screamed my head off happily. "Shhh!!,don't screaming,yes he is my Baby,well you got me"Bea blushed consoling the 2 yrs old boy in her arms.

This time I glared at her. "What does all that mean in four year old language." Mafe asked again. This time Mum beat Bella to answering, "it means when you like someone so much, you want to spend all your time with that person because they make you happy." Mafe frowned stroking her chin. "Don't worry baby you'll understand one day, when you grow up." "Like Santa?" Mafe asked. "I'm I in love with Santa." "Yes!" Mum exclaimed in joy thankfully that she got it in baby terms. "Yes baby you're in love with Santa." Mafe smiled satisfied and going back to her dessert.

She's carrying my baby. I'll be with you soon, B. Wait for me, we're gonna see our baby in a few hours.