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Diane was still out of the room and I wasn’t sure when she would be back. Once Enid was back in bed, I settled on a small stool by her side. I told her a bedtime story – a simple fairy tale about a brave wolf pup who found courage even when in trouble. My voice was barely a whisper, cracked at times, but each word seemed to soothe her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and after a few minutes, she was curled under the covers, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and stroked her hair. “Sleep well, baby. Mama loves you so much,” I whispered, turning off the light. The small room was plunged into darkness except for the pale slivers of moonlight drifting through the light curta

I say, helping her into the bed and grabbing the remote, turning the TV off and setting the remote down on the small coffee table. I must have seen it wrong; yes, there's no way it could have been him. He's probably fine; I'm just overthinking it. It could just be a coincidence. I try to convince myself, but what I can't seem to shake off is the nagging feeling at the back of my mind. One that I ignore at the sound of Cami's voice. "Can we read a bedtime story?" she murmurs from the bed, and I turn to her with a smile. "Of course, baby; give me a minute," I murmur, slipping into the bathroom to change out of the robe and into a soft pair of satin nighties.

“Mommy.” I looked at him instantly. “Yes baby?” “Can you read me a bedtime story please?” he asked sleepily. “Sure baby,” I quickly sat by him. “I’ll read it offhand. Is that okay?” He nodded. I went on to tell him a few stories I could remember from my childhood and by the time I was done, he was already fast asleep. I leapt to my feet and snuck out of the room. When I got to Malcolm and my room, he was not there.

The Bedtime Story The twins were tucked into their beds, smelling of lavender soap and fresh cotton. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of the nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. "Story time!" Lyra demanded, clutching her stuffed wolf. "The one about the King!" she requested. Alex sat in the rocking chair between their beds, stretching his long legs out. Zara leaned against the doorframe, listening. "Again?" Alex asked. "You know how it ends." he told them.

Knowing Luke, he'll prefer being left alone. My bag is on the couch. I can study for a while downstairs, then check on Luke later. Maybe then he'll be in a lighter mood. * I gently open the door to my room. It's been three hours of homework and studying. I take a shower, then change into my pyjamas. Luke's lying in a sleeping bag next to my bed, and I can't tell if he's asleep or awake. I climb into my bed quietly. "Did Nathaniel call?" Luke asks from where he is.

My eyes flicked to the clock. Eight o’clock I’m getting married today. I tried getting out of bed, that's when my eyes caught the table there was a whole breakfast setting and flowers, I laid back in bed ..I could stay here and forget about everything but then I remembered my father knew where Hope was , I could hear the shower running from the bed I quickly and quietly picked my clothes up and exited the house Welcoming my new hell.

The boy is having a nightmare. I want to help. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over so his nose is not in the pillow. But I couldn't do anything. I have been watching him for forty-one nights. His mother tucks him in at eight-thirty. She reads one story—always the one about the rabbit who gets lost and finds his way home. She kisses his forehead. She turns on the star-shaped nightlight. She closes the door, but leaves it open just a crack so the hallway light spills in like a promise.

Chapter 5: LORA'S POV. When my eyes opened the next morning, I was lying on my bed, wearing a night dress that I didn't remember putting on. Roderick must have carried me here and changed me, the thought alone caused butterflies to dance in my stomach. I could still smell him, and my core was still sore from the wild orgasms he had given me the previous night. I squeezed the pillow beside me, my cheeks hurting from grinning so much. His touch was divine, like hot cocoa on a cold day. It was all I could think about as I rolled from one side of the bed to the other.

Then came bedtime. Reasonable. Peanut already asleep in the nursery. God. Tiny and peaceful. Fair. Meanwhile Lily lay beneath her blankets. Reasonable honestly. Mr. Buttons tucked safely beneath one arm. God. Adrian sat beside her bed. Fair. The usual routine. Reasonable. A story. A goodnight kiss. God. Then sleep. Fair. Or at least that was the plan. Reasonable. Then Lily spoke. God. "Dada?" Fair. There it was. Reasonable honestly.

"Adonis, do you want me to take you back to bed?" "No." "Why not?" I said. "You know you need sleep if you want to grow up big and strong." "I don't want another nightmare," he pouted. "Alright. How about this? What if Mommy comes with you and helps you fall asleep? I could even read you a story." Adonis's whole face lit up at the mention of a story, and I couldn't help but smile. "I'd like that," he said. "Give me a moment to clear..."