Bedtime Stories For Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"I want to stay with you now. I miss you so much." "I know, sweetheart. How about Mommy tells you a really fun story? You get some sleep, and when you wake up, I promise I'll stay a few extra hours with you. How does that sound?" "You promise?" "Pinky swear!" I cross my fingers and kiss them. "Okay." I help him get comfortable in bed and sit in a chair to start telling him the story. "I want the story of The Girl with the Red Hood." "Oh wow, that's not exactly a bedtime story, Alex!" I grumble. "How about something more…"

He asks and I nod slowly. "Well you are even sexier." He says pulling me down onto him. "But you have to get some sleep now." He says and I sigh contentedly. "Goodnight, boyfriend." I say and drift off. "Goodnight, baby."

"Didn't you say that you've resigned? When are you going to be out of work?" "Soon, in just a few days." Hailey pinched his face and said with a smile, "By then, I will play with you everyday" "Great!" Zane jumped up happily. "Mommy, I love you the most. Daddy is not good at telling stories at all. I want you to do it " Hailey nodded and leaned against the head of the bed, telling a fairy tale. Halfway through the story, the little boy fell asleep.

His touches were smooth and arousing her senses, his chef's hands were definitely not just good enough for the kitchen, it was good enough to keep her begging him to fondle her in every way he could. A faint smile curved on her lips, if only Nathan was not such a serious guy off the bed, he would've made the perfect boyfriend that she might consider to keep for a long term relationship. She wondered if someone like Nathan would ever settle to be a 'fuck buddy' if she ever fell ill on courting him. But he was good enough for now, after all, she can smell the breakfast he was making for her right outside the door. And she had never dated anyone who could do that before.

he said as I went to the closet to change into pair of pajamas, I went to the bathroom to changed even he change into sleepwear He was already lying on the bed when I finish my routine at night, I tuck my body on the quilt as he face and hugs me. “ This day is very stressful, a lot happens in just 1 day, but still we sort it out…” I told him “ Next time you need to be more vocal to what you feel when your hurt we can talk to it and solve the misunderstandings… We can solve this together.” He told me. “ Don’t be shy anymore because officially we are boyfriend and girlfriend now. No more self restrain..” After repeated making love we sleep hugging each other.

I picked him off the floor and walked us to the bedroom. "Can't I stay up for five more minutes?" Adrian asked, his beautiful jade eyes shimmering in the glow of his Power Ranger night light. "No, baby, you have school tomorrow," I told him, getting into the bed beside him. "How about a bedtime story?" "Yes!" he squealed excitedly. I chuckled and brought out my phone. After a few pages of the children's book I'd saved on my Kindle, Adrian was fast asleep. Plugging my phone in, I settled beside him, stroking his dark hair away from his chubby face.

My son asked, and I smiled at him. "Of course, Axel, you can sleep with mom and dad," I answered with a wide grin on my face, and I vividly remembered the times I snuggled on their bed when I was growing up. "Yehey, grandpa promised to read me bedtime stories." He said happily. "Good luck, dad; I suggest you need to have water on your nightstand because I am sure your throat will feel so dry; Axel loves bedtime stories so much that he will ask you to read them until he falls asleep," I said while I am grinning at my dad.

"We were the best, right?" "Yeah. My best." I patted his head, sitting next to him. "So, which bedtime story do you want? The Princess and the Pea? Or your favorite, Toy Story?" They stayed silent for a long time, sharing glances before Powell murmured, "Just go to bed, Mum. You don't have to read any stories for us. We will sleep just fine without it." "What?" I dramatically placed my right palm on my chest. "Are you trying to tell me my babies are all grown? You don't need poor Mum anymore?"

I stayed awake a little longer, listening to his heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. For the first time in years, everything felt… perfect. He was perfect. My best friend. My boyfriend. Downstairs the party finally died. Up here, in the quiet glow of the lava lamp, I smiled into the dark. This was going to be one hell of a story to tell our grandkids someday. Or at least the edited version.

Even if you're just explaining how a door knob works, they'll love it because it’s you. I tighten my arms around him, pulling him so close there is no space left between us. It is hard to believe that last Christmas was our first one together, and now, we are just months away from the end of March. In less than one hundred days, those bedtime stories won't be sent through a phone anymore. They will be whispered directly to a tiny, breathing miracle cradled in our arms. Ashton sighs contentedly, closing his eyes as I gently stroke his hair.