Novel & Cerita Bedtime Stories To Read To Your Girlfriend

Bree nodded and followed him outside, her hand was on his as they both joined Hazel in the living room. "Hey, peanut, how about your mommy getting you ready for bed and tucking you in, then I read you a bedtime story?" "One of my princess books?" "Yup, complete with all the girly voice." He assured her, making the little girl giggle as she took Bree's hand guiding her to her bedroom. Gage followed them, he was liking their night routine. It was something he could easily see for years to come. Never in his past, he'd see himself building a new love life, and now he might just get himself his own little family.

So i take her in my arms while putting her in my lap. "Easy girl, take a breath, I'm here for you!" I mumble in her ear and she relaxed a bit. "I don't know exactly what the gift is John, only what some older kids told me, some were bragging about it how nice and good it felt but at one evening a girl also received her B-day gift from the High priest in his bedroom and i overheard him saying about his special gift to her but....but....i heard her cry and...and scream like she was in pain and...and i heard him growl loudly and than i run away scared as hell.....and know it's my turn, tomorrow night he will give my my special gift that will make me a real woman he told me!" And she shivers.

And this time, she will never be able to say no to me… *** ASTRID It is nine PM. I have finished reading Zoey and Zara, one of their favourite bedtime stories, Cinderella. I’m about to close the book when Zara’s sleepy voice stops me in my tracks. “Mommy, I have a confession to make.” I turn towards her, my veins thrumming with curiosity. “A confession? That sounds interesting. Do tell.” She blinks those big grey eyes at me and my heart pitter-patters in my chest.

It seemed to be a flaw of hers that she couldn't really lie. “Can you at least read me a story? Dad can't do the girl's voices and when he tries his face gets all red and-” I wanted to strangle him. I loved him but he was also honest to a fault. “Maybe one?” She asked me as I was too in awe to do anything but nod. Once again she followed him upstairs as he began his bedtime routine. For the first time in a decade it had been without me-with another woman. But as I heard them laugh and traipse into his room, I stood outside his door as she finished his favorite book.

She could do everything without any of Eugene’s guidance. “I’m done, Daddy. Can you read me a bedtime story before I sleep?” She already knew that her mother would be back late tonight, so she did not ask about her whereabouts. “Sure. Which story would you like to hear?” Eugene carried her over to the bed and kept touching her forehead to test her temperature. It was still normal at the moment. “Anything is fine.” “How about ‘Little Red Riding Hood’?” “That sounds great!” Rue lay down on the bed beside him quietly and rested her head on his chest, listening to him as he read the story.

He nodded his head and said gently as he touched my cheek softly “Okay, you can stay with her for as long as she needs you. But I’m going to miss you so much in my bed tonight, I don’t know if I can even sleep anymore without you in my arms” My heart melted at those words, and I felt almost sad to leave now. “I don’t know if I can sleep without you either” I admitted truthfully. “How about a bed time story before you go to Irena’s room? I’m sure Ian will stay with her until you arrive” he said suggestively. I furrowed my eyebrows “A bed time story? I never told one before” “There is one story you’ll have no problem telling” he said mysteriously as he held out his hand for me to take.

She smiled into the camera and said, “I’ll do my best. Now, how about you crawl into that big bed of yours, and I’ll tell you a bedtime story.” I’m definitely ordering her some more romance novels.

Now where we are alone we are speaking Danish. “Can you tell me a story?” Her eyes are half-closed, but there’s a spark of hope in them, a desire to drift off to a world filled with adventure. “Absolutely,” I say, pushing open her bedroom door and gently laying her back on the bed, tucking the covers snugly around her. I reach for the Teddy, tucking it in beside her. “What kind of story do you want? A fairy tale? An adventure? Or maybe a superhero story?”

That I also used that spoon just moments ago? My face heated up, and I avoided his gaze. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I quickly tell him and then I run out of the room, so as to not make a fool of myself again.. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ That night, before I left, Sophia and Franklin asked me to tell them a bedtime story. Even though I had experiences in putting Xavier and Clayton to sleep, I only knew of the story of the three little pigs and of course Cinderella but my boys weren't ever interested in that second one.

“Here, Daddy.” I laid down next to them, and when I started to weave a story about the animals on the ceiling, Naomi linked our fingers together, while Becky laid her head on my arm. Just like that, all the stress from the day was gone, and I knew that no matter what, I was never going to miss another bedtime story.