Being A Baby Again Stories Novels & Stories

One day she paused and said, “You’re doing really well, Leah. Like… really, really well.” “I finally feel like me again,” I told her. “Only better.” She looped her arm through mine. “You’re not better. You’re whole.” Naomi helped me organize baby books. Rachel helped me pick outfits for our first family photo shoot. Miranda hand-made a little storybook called “The Adventures of Baby Bea.” Even Alex’s mother came by with a box of old family heirlooms—blankets her grandmother had stitched, photos of Alex as a baby, and a tiny silver rattle engraved with the letter “B.”

"Your life and the life of your baby are more important." Then she brought a hand to the pocket of her pants and handed me the bloodstained figurine. "You're going to be fine. Don't speak. Focus on healing—" She shook her head again, weakly bringing her hand to my belly. "I didn't want it to happen again. I already lost my baby once. I don't want you to lose yours." "Tara," I choked out, a sinking feeling in my chest. Why was she speaking as if this was goodbye?

Assuming she was still in shock, I took the initiative and said, “I’m giving you two days off. Go home and decompress. You’ll still get paid.” She did not respond to that offer. Instead, she stared at me intently and said, “Ms. Hayes, I know whose baby it is.” I looked up and gestured for her to continue. She took a deep breath and deliberately said, “The baby was my grandson. He’s not even full-term yet...” Then, she added, “He was your grandchild, too.” I was stunned for a moment. A wave of absurdity rushed over me. “If you’ve been traumatized, the company can pay for you to go get therapy.”

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

“Seriously… I walked outside just now, and it was like I hadn’t been out there in years. How do you do it every day?” “It gets easier. The first time you take care of a baby is overwhelming. And in the beginning, it was like that almost every day. But you do get used to it.” “Well, you have my mad respect.” He sighed. “Tell me how today went.” He gave my leg a smack, and his hand lingered on my thigh for a couple of seconds before he abruptly slid it away, almost as if he’d caught himself doing something he didn’t think he should have. And of course, my body reacted instantly. I felt the effects of that minor contact long after it was over. I cleared my throat. “Today was truly awesome. Cynt

The doctor told me, "You've got a healthy baby boy. Congratulations." I took the baby in my arms and held him against me. He was so tiny and fragile. There was a lot of innocence about him as well. It was amazing to think I had brought him into the world. It was hard to believe that this child was here. It felt as if just the other day that we saw the sonogram. He started crying seconds after I had started holding him, and I had to soothe him. I was making soft cooing sounds and rubbing his back in circles. Dax came in shortly after I had been holding the baby.

’ [After reading chapter 27 in this book, you have to unlock chapter 21 of that book because chapters are a bit longer in that book] * This is the longest novel that I have ever written. I still can’t believe that I have come this far. Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) [Upcoming by the end of October 2022] * Stories related to these books. Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story)

"I heard from other mothers that babies can hear their parents talking when they’re four months in the womb. "I've been telling bedtime stories to the baby every night. And today, the baby kicked me a few times. I think the baby is tired of my stories and wants to hear the father tell them instead." Joseph gazed at her protruding belly with an expressionless face. "I don't have time. Maybe next time." "It's a very short story. It’ll only take about ten minutes," Xavia insisted, flipping open the parenting book and pointing to one of the stories. "I want you to feel involved, Joe."

She replied, shrugging and moved her attention to her book. “King? Palace? Do you even know what you are talking?” I asked her shaking my head and walked near to the cupboard for the first aid box. “It is nothing! I started reading some pregnancy books and saw that after a few months, I have to read some good children’s stories for the baby when it is in the womb itself. I was never a fan of them, so I am trying to read them now to get used to them.” She explained and sighed at the end.

No fear. His fingers tangled in my hair. His forehead pressed against my shoulder. “I love you, Alika. God... I still love you. Even after everything.” My chest tightened. But this time, it was full. Finally, after all the blood, the pain, the lies—we were human again. Not ghosts. Not cursed brides or vessels. Just two people trying to survive. Suddenly, we heard soft footsteps. The baby appeared again. This time walking on its own. Still with two faces, but the body had grown. Taller. More... adult.