Bed Times Story の小説・ストーリー

Davina lamented. “Are you a grown-up? The answer is No! You are still a child and sleeping early would help your brain’s activities.” I responded. I tucked them in successfully and turned off the light after reading a short bedtime story of Mama Bear and Baby Bear. Striding carefully out of the room I closed the door gently behind me. “Is there anything you want me to do for you before retiring for the day?” Nana Amy asked. “No, you can leave now. But before you go, where is Father?” I inquired.

Nathaniel said. “Another one! Another one!” Sebastian requested. Alisa nodded with a smile. “You want another story, Ali?” Nathaniel asked his daughter. Alisa nodded. “I can’t hear you, baby.” Alisa swayed her body at first, then spoke. “Another one!” Nathaniel chuckled, pinching Alisa’s cheek lightly. “Good girl.” They hadn’t seen Serena yet, so they eagerly listened to another story. The last book Nathaniel read was 'Goodnight Moon.' It was the perfect story to get them ready for bed. As he read, he changed his tone and pointed to the items mentioned in the book. By the time he was done, the kids were satisfied.

He added maliciously, imitating me: Tell me a story. To imitate me non-stop huh?! We laughed at the same time, then she slipped under the bed next to him, saying: But it's half past eight, and you have to go to sleep right before you turn nine! What about the story? I'll tell you a funny story tomorrow! okay then .. And as soon as he said it, what were the moments until his breathing regularized, and I knew that he had fallen into a deep sleep.. This is what I did too after I turned off the dim lights..

“Just give me some time, I’m trying to take care of some things at the moment.” After that, the line went silent. I almost thought he had hung up, till I heard his soft sigh. I slumped my back against the bed frame, and tears streamed down my face. “Aaron, you need to go to sleep now,” I said, trying to coax him to sleep. “No, mom. Read me a bed time story since you’re not coming home” he murmured, his voice sleepy. “Alright,” I nodded, giving in to him. “So what type of story do you want to hear?”

I said and went inside first. I missed another chance to tell him. Perhaps, tomorrow I’d be able to tell him. Lucas settled between us and again I saw how Logan’s face showed disappointment. Was he planning to sleep beside me? “Mommy, can you tell me a story? It helps me to sleep easily.” Lucas turned to cuddle with me. “I am not good with stories but I’ll tell you one tonight about a little girl who was the princess of her parents just like you but one day, she was left alone.” I said.

She was about to leave when I asked, "Please stay here...?" "What?" She asked turning towards me. "The bed is big enough for all of us. I like you I want you to stay so please?" She smiled, "sure thing sweetie and would you like to hear a bed time story?" I gave her a small smile and nodded. By this time Stella was already asleep, I knew she was very tired. I was in the middle Stella on my left and Miss Maria on my right. I snuggled into her as she told me the story of Cinderella it lulled me into sleep. I think that was the first I slept peacefully in a long time.

I sat with my back on the headboard while Aiden and Abby lay on either side of me, with their heads leaning against me as I told them as much as I could remember from one of the bedtime stories Celine and I were usually forced to sit through back at the foster home. We always found it boring and would be among the first kids to do off before she even read two lines from the story, the other kids would fall closely behind, it was that dreadful. But tonight, the kids found my old, half-complete, gap-filled story fascinating enough to listen to as I tried to lull them to sleep.

“I am not sleepy!”, the little girl grumpily said. Her father was trying to put her to sleep with a lullaby, yet failing at the same time. He let out a sigh and said, “ Zeru, you have to sleep, it is late and you have lessons early in the morning.” Zeru, “But father, I am not sleepy. How about you tell me a story instead, please.” Father, “You little troublemaker! Do you know your way out huh?! Okay, but promise you will sleep after the story and no excuse.”

"Could Anthony stay here until the evening? He needs to spend the night because I haven't finished my bedtime story." Clara almost spit out her coffee, "you could tell him the story now and—" "No! It won't be fun that way. We only read stories before going to bed." "Is that your rule?" Clara raised an eyebrow. "Actually, there's no rule about it. I just want to do it when we're about to sleep. So, let him stay overnight tonight." Clara shook her head, "he'll disappear, I'll start panicking and disturbing your sleep again. Then we find him moving to the head of the bed because he could not sleep peacefully without moving. It's not a good idea."

"Mommy, bathe slowly. It's fine. I want to hear the story a little longer." I looked at Hedwig helplessly. What kind of bedtime story was he telling them? How come the longer he spoke, the less Hedwig wanted to sleep? Was it because he was too good at telling bedtime stories? When I turned to leave, I couldn't help but look at Blake. Our eyes met. I immediately turned around and fled in panic. I took a shower and walked into his room, only to find that both kids were asleep in his arms. Blake gave me a quiet gesture and croaked, "They've just fallen asleep."