Being A Baby Again Stories Novels & Stories

“If love is weak… then I’ll be strong. For this baby. For me.” I packed my clothing into the last suitcase and zipped it shut with shaky hands. My phone buzzed on the bed. Unknown Number: “Anna, it’s Alex. We need to discuss. Call me.” My breath froze in my lungs. How did he acquire my number? I flung the phone onto the bed like it burnt me. My heart thundered so loud I feared it might burst. No. I couldn’t talk to him. Not now. Not ever. The baby kicked, or maybe it was just a flutter of nervousness, but it seemed like a warning.

I gently reminded her. Clint, of course, couldn’t resist chiming in. "Yes, that’s bad behavior," he said teasingly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. At that, Tamara pouted even more, her tiny lips pushing out in defiance. I sighed and shook my head, watching the two of them. "Such a child," I muttered under my breath, amused by their antics. Taking a deep breath, I finally decided that it was time to tell her. "Baby, Mama needs to tell you something important..." I said, my voice soft but steady.

Carlos pauses to study me for a moment, and quietly falls. Fucked up moron. “How am I supposed to know that?" He spoke defensively. “Forget it. Let's go to the baby store', I said to him before turning towards the lift. Carlos joined me, and we both went to my bedroom. I quickly freshened up while Carlos looked after the baby. I suited up and took us to the baby store. I'd never been in this store before, and I was seeing things that seemed foreign to me. I spoke with the lady behind the counter, and she was happy to assist me with the infant formula. She offered to help feed him, but I said it was fine.

**Can be read as a standalone*** Warning ⚠️ ⛔️ Do not read this if you're yet to finish the first book in series, A Baby for the Beast. You'll only get spoilers... 🩸 ... Blurb: ""I sailed a dangerous ship in disguise of a man. To know the truth behind my parent's disappearance, I swore to enter the mysterious palace at all cost. I didn't research. I didn't know what I was getting into.

there perfect family. “I think that I am ready to have another one. Maybe a boy this time, what do you say?” Gabe asks with a grin, interrupting her musings. It takes her a moment to realize that they were talking about babies, but finally his words make sense to her. She gives him an incredulous look but he just smiles. Abby looks back at the crazy events that led her to this moment and she smiles. Who would have thought that all it had taken was getting kidnapped by a bunch of strangers for her to find her happily ever after.

I love every moment of it. But one thing for sure, it helped bring us together again. When we return the girls check up on me more often. And Clover takes me to doctors’ appointments when Heath is not available. Soon, I take time off work as the baby is close, and Heath does the same. From the first contraction to the time the baby is born, I have one resolve: I am never having a child again. But our baby girl is very beautiful with our little light, but I hadn’t relaxed before I felt the pain of childbirth again. “What is going on?” Heath yells, watching me in agony.

BRIANNA POV IT looked like he was keeping the rest of the words buried from fear of speaking or getting how I would react. He looked at me for a minute not knowing how he was going to react to every bit of everything that was going on. When the words fell from his lips, I could feel the heavy weight of them. "The baby is gone." At first I thought the words were just my thoughts playing out and he had not said anything, but when I thought about it again, I could hear the words playing again at the back of my mind.

I love my child more than anything in the world, and allowing someone like that into her life, someone like Connor Shelby whose life is totally open to the public would cause a damage I may never be able to repair in her life. “Mummy!” she shrieked and ran towards me as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. I wanted to tell her to stop running, scared that she might fall and hurt herself. But it was of no use because she was now racing into my arms. I squatted so I could hug her properly. My heart swelled with love as threatening tears stung my eyes. I blinked them back rapidly, so my baby wouldn’t be worried.

The midwife is handed cloths, and more towels, rubbing down the baby. I notice the brief look of disgust on her face, before it clearing and her handing it off to Isadora's hands. "It's a girl." she tells Isadora, and as Isadora stares at her daughter happily, the skin color of her baby changes, and she looks more like her mother. "Welcome to the world, little Arodasi.*" Isadora coos, the baby staring at her with bright brown eyes. I'm unnerved how the baby isn't crying, but from the looks of it, she's healthy, and there's nothing wrong with her.

The baby was in the nursery with my mother, being told stories about a man who had kept bees for patience. One year. The best year. More.