Being A Baby Again Stories Novels & Stories

With a scandal like this, the company was going to be a joke across the whole industry. But then, out of nowhere, Roy stood up from where he was cuffed, a strange, dazed smile spreading across his face. "Oh, it's time to feed the baby." Before anyone could react, he broke free and rushed toward the water dispenser. We all just stood there, stunned. He went back to the bed as if nothing had happened, picked up a pillow, and cradled it in his arms, rocking it gently. "It's okay, darling. Drink up. Once you're full, you won't cry anymore."

“We can’t wait to teach them games, read stories, and help Mommy and Daddy take care of them!” Talking and Singing to the Baby Later, the children sat on either side of May on the couch, leaning in to talk to the baby as May gently rubbed her belly. “Baby,” Aiden whispered, “I’ll protect you from anything scary. You’re safe with us.” Aria added softly, “And I’ll read you all the stories in the world. We’ll have so much fun together!” May chuckled through happy tears. “You’re both so wonderful. The baby is already so lucky to have you.”

After Junior clocked 6 years old without a sibling yet, the couple began to get worried gradually. To Ace, everything wasn’t just adding up because he saw no reason why his wife couldn’t birth another child after birthing the first one. He carried that uncertainty in his heart for a long time but never talk about it. They kept trying and trying to have another baby but was always disappointed every month whenever Belinda saw her menstrual flow. After several years of trying, the couple decided to be contented with what they had till God decides to bless them with another baby. Everything went on smoothly till one fateful day. TO BE CONTINUED...

she said again and giggled as she said the funniest thing ever. I groaned. Maybe there was a guidebook I could d******d on my Kindle about getting a baby to stop cursing. Or maybe I should just bust out the Holy Bible or something. What the hell was I going to do to curb Lucy of this new habit? I booped the tip of her nose. “Don’t say that again, Lucy. It’s really not good.” But she just giggled and kicked in excitement. Fuck it, maybe it’s a one-off and she’d forget all about it.

Camile suddenly raised a question, which I quickly interrupted to divert their attention. “You know what? Giving birth to these kids was the happiest thing that has ever happened to me. It wasn't easy at all raising two kids on my own, but I had to keep going for my children's sake. They’re my joy and my everything and I got another perspective on life because of them. I live and breathe for them, and that alone keeps me going,” I explained, with a muffled sound as tears threatened to fall. As the whole family sympathized with me, Kira patted my back and pulled me Into her embrace. We talked about a lot of things as they all narrated everything they had also experienced because of Cassius' c

I know once I stop being a baby, the darkness would come back again, I don't want to feel the darkness again, I don't want to be hurt, I don't want to feel the rage again, my body is finally starting to relax, there's no more fighting, no more being attacked or hurt. Back in the wildness there's no stories to be read for me, there's no one to hold me and no warm blankets to be wrapped around her, she wants to stay with this new family, that's what they are, her family now.

I move to the door and lock it with the bolt first then raise the latch over it before hooking back the chain connecting the door to the wall. I walk back and disconnect some wires from the television and soon it is a fizzling box. I’m more comfortable with this meaningless sound. I pick a book, ‘’ The Caucasian chalk’’ and sit beside the stool. So many times, I have compared this story to the story of the two women in the holy book who slept side by side with their babies. One of the women wakes in the middle of the night and finds her baby dead. She then goes ahead to swap her dead baby with her neighbour's sleeping baby. The case gets to the king and the king declares that the living baby

The woman spoke again, gaining Maya’s attention. “I’m sure your little one is pretty too.” Maya responded, reaching for her baby boy. “Oh she’s not mine, she’s yours. Cynthia asked me to look after one of the babies pretending to be her mother.” Maya’s mood was lifted up in seconds. She placed her son back in place and rushed over to find her daughter sound asleep in her cot. She lifted her out of the cot and planted a kiss on her forehead. “My daughter.” She cried in between laughter. The bonus child that she never thought she wanted.

As Frank and I walked out of the courthouse, my baby's voice was brimming with uncontrollable excitement. "Yay! Mommy is finally free from the scumbag! From now on, you can focus on your career and just be yourself!" I stroked my belly and smiled contentedly. Beside me, Frank let out a cold snort. "Zoey, I hope you won't regret this in the future." Before I could respond, my baby immediately shot back, "Mommy won't regret it at all! You, on the other hand, may regret it later. No matter how desperately you come begging, Mommy won't take you back!"

Who could live with someone this cold-hearted? The baby cried anxiously inside my womb. [Mommy, why are they lying? You're the one who saved Grandma and Grandpa!] I gently stroked my stomach and whispered, "Don't be scared. The truth will come out eventually." But the backlash grew far beyond anything I anticipated.