Novel & Cerita Bedtime Reads

Note to readers: Steamy scene ahead. Rated +18. The next morning, she took her bath and brought her bags close to the door. Her dress was laid out on the bed, waiting for the time she would be leaving. She took her book and settled down to read, still in her short night gown. She had forgotten to set an alarm and ended up reading for hours. She was wet and needed some touching after reading many steamy parts of the novel.

I handed Kelly to Savannah to pull off the sheets and quickly change them. Shortly after, I watched my family tuck themselves into bed. “Daddy!” She raised both her arms. “Read me a book with Mommy, please? Pwetty, please?” I chuckled, shaking my head. It was one o’clock in the morning. I crept back to the bed to join them, moving to the other side so Kelly was in the middle. “What would you like to read? Certainly not Alice in Wonderland,” I said. “How about Sleeping Beauty?” Savannah suggested. “She looks as beautiful as you.”

I suggested. "Okie dokie," he responded with his signature charming smile. He released me from his embrace and closed his eyes to sleep. I picked up the book from the bedside table and resumed reading on page 20. While reading I'm also listening to Alpha Jett's gentle breathing. He fell asleep fast. I enjoyed reading the book. Time passes quickly. I checked the time on my phone. It was already 11:45. Time to perform the ritual. I put the book on the side table.

ASTRID It’s three minutes past midnight and I just put my baby girls to sleep after reading two chapters of their favorite children’s book — Jack And The Giant Bean. They stayed awake, refusing to sleep until I returned. I had to give them a bath and tuck them in myself. Between Zoya almost chewing the tiny wing off her duckie and Zara splashing water all over the place, coupled with my exhaustion, I almost suffered a goddamn stroke right there in the bathroom.

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone onto the couch next to me, looking around the room. It's quiet when Santos has the kids. Almost too quiet. And there's nothing to do. I've deep cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. I've done four loads of laundry and put it all away. I even threw dinner in the crockpot already, so my regular chores are done. I tap my fingers on my leg and the Kindle shoved between couch cushions catches my eye. Ooh. I could read for a bit. What is the name of that author I like? The one who writes about all those bearded brothers? Penelope Reads? Penny Reads? Penny Reid! That's it!

I look over at the bed beside me to see June fast asleep with her reading light on and a book laid out open amongst her sleeping body. June was so quiet when she was asleep, she almost looked like an angel. I got up and walked to June’s bed and turned her light off but not before grabbing her book and putting something in it so she wouldn’t lose her place in the book and placed the book on her night table beside her. I grabbed the blanket that was by June’s feet and extended it out and covered her entire body. Within seconds I started to experience deja vu. The memories of every time I’d tuck bash in at night started to surface. Every time he had a bad dream, every time he got terrified and

He coughed awkwardly and I realized my mistake. 'That came out wrong'. 'Whatever. You shouldn't be reading with such dull lighting, that's why your eye defect keeps getting worst'. 'I can see just fine, besides it can't get any worse'. 'It actually can but you never listen so what's the point? Don't stay up all night'. He said and closed the door. 'Now back to the mystery'. I muttered as I returned to the book I had been reading. A few minutes later, my laptop went off notifying me of an incoming Skype call. I moved to my desk. It was Lauren.

She opened the box and saw a DVD cover. She pulled it out and read the title. 'Together' On the cover, an image of a familiar looking man along with a boy who also looked awfully familiar. She couldn't really put her finger on who it was. She looked at the back of the cover and read the information. "Benjamin Frost?" she whispered to herself in shock. She thought she heard a door open. So she put away the DVD cover and placed the box back in its place. She walked out the room to see the master bedroom door being closed. She walked into the room and found Damien sitting on the bed. She sat beside him and held his hand.

]* Bedtime. Not Alex’s room. Not ‘through.’ Our room. Big bed. Knight bed. Day 1 bed. Twins. Middle. Already asleep. Sand in hair. _HOME_ washed off. Still there. Alex. End of bed. Book. _Not_ shark. _Not_ court. _Not_ 11 seconds. _The House That Was Just Home._ Susan wrote it. Last night. 4 AM. “Therapy,” she said. Illustrated it. Stick figures. Us. Bear. No bad men.

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...