Bedtime Stories For Boyfriend Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Please… just for tonight,” they begged me. With the urge to tease them a little, I fold my arms and turn around refusing to spare them any face. “You both have your separate rooms don’t you, so that’s a sign that I should stop reading bedtime stories to you don’t you think? Besides, this is also how you grow up quickly.” I tell them, stealing a peek every now and then to observe the look on their faces to fill my stomach with laughter. My boys glance over at each other while holding out one of their favourite bedtime storybooks, disappointment all over their face, Neo wraps his arms around the book and pouts.

And then, he landed himself behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and his touch gave me the chills running through my spines but I enjoyed it. “Make yourself comfortable. We are now different from what we were yesterday,” he said. “So, that means you…you are my …,” I stuttered. “Boyfriend! Yes, I am your boyfriend and you are my rightful girlfriend here,” he said as he rubbed his hands on my shoulders. I had never bath even with my friends together. Not even with my best friend. But washing ourself together was making both of us so much comfortable with each other.

“I wasn’t gonna let anyone take you away from me, see, i told you, not even Mom.” He made a small sound, like a sigh mixed with a laugh. “I love you, you know that?” “I love you too.” I wiped my face with the sleeve of my pajamas even though he couldn’t see. “Get some sleep, okay? You’ve got a big lunch date tomorrow.” “Boyfriend inspection day,” he said, teasing but gentle. “I’ll be there at whatever time you tell me, text me in the morning.” “I will.” “Night, baby.”

I hop on the bed and lean my head against her neck as I wrap my self around her. “I can’t sleep alone anymore. My nightmares keep haunting me” I said miserably. “I’m sorry, I wish there was something I could do or give you to make them go away forever” she said as she kissed the top of my head “Do you want me to tell you a bed time story?” she asked softly. I looked up at her radiantly and nodded my head in excitement. “Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived a beautiful young girl…”

The way he had filled me while his son slept inches away. My boyfriend sat at the small table in the sitting room. His laptop was open. He typed fast with his eyes on the screen. He had not looked up once since we woke. He kissed my cheek and said good morning. Asked if I slept well. I lied. Said yes. He smiled and went back to work.

"I would never ever do that John! It's you I love!! I told him that! that i don't see him as my boyfriend because i love another man and he kept asking about it and in the end he kind of guessed it was you but I never confirmed that!" I look at her while she caresses my stubble with love and affection!......"I'm an idiot" i mumble against myself for not asking her straight away so i wouldn't have been so angry. I wrap her legs around my waist and gently push myself inside sweet pot making us both gasp for air. After our love making session in the bathroom, which became 2 long hours, I say with a proud smirk, I dry myself and put her down in bed so she rests while I make dinner for us.

At this point, I could not stand being married to him anymore. Ava got up and cupped my hand in her tiny palms. “Mommy, I’ll take you to bed to get some sleep. The teachers at kindergarten always tell me that you should get some sleep if you're tired!" I felt much better when I noted how loving Ava was. With that, we went to bed. I covered us with a blanket and laid side by side. I read bedtime stories to her—something I would never run out of to tell her. At some point in the night, the rhythm of her breathing became faint and steady.

And I will fly so high away from all the abuse. "Wow, it's so beautiful! You'll read more for me insha'Allah. This will be my bedtime story in our case, bedtime poem." He mumbled gently, pressing her more into his chest. They said their prayers and fell into abyss of dreamless slumber.

"I didn't think you'd want this so quickly." “I’m definitely tired." I nod my head. "But I never said I was exhausted. Haven’t you heard that sleeping with your boyfriend is the best stress reliever?" “You suck at dirty talk, babe.” He pulls me by my hand towards the direction of our washroom, taking me to the shower room. “But first, let’s get you wet."

“I think… I’d like that.” He helped me onto the blanket he had laid out on the terrace floor. We sat side by side, shoulders touching lightly. The stars were breathtaking. I felt my body relax in a way I hadn’t in months, just letting myself exist in the quiet company of Damon Moretti. “I want a bedtime story,” I said suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence. He looked at me, raising one eyebrow. “A bedtime story? From me?” “Yes. You’re my bedtime storyteller tonight,” I said, trying to sound playful, though my heart was racing.