Being A Baby Again Stories Novels & Stories

"Do we? Because I feel like I'm making it up as I go." "That's called parenting. We're all making it up." --- Telling Luna was... interesting. "Luna, we need to talk to you about something," I said that evening. She looked up from her dollhouse—the one James had built. "Luna in trouble?" "No, baby girl. You're not in trouble. We have news." "Good news or bad news?" "Good news. You're going to be a big sister again." She blinked. "Again?" "Mama has a baby in her tummy. Like when Thomas was in there."

Whenever I start to feel too crazy, I find myself talking to the baby. So, I ask the possible baby, Are you a little boy or a little girl? A mini-Ward or a mini-Lou? The baby doesn't answer, of course, but that doesn't matter. I'm pretty sure he or she hears me. I rub my fingers across the fabric of my dress and tell him or her stories in my mind. About his or her parents' grand adventure and how I ended up in jail. About Ward and everything he's done for me. About everything I plan to do for Ward when I see him again.

" I informed him that I will meet him soon. After that, I cut the call. I just hope that Haniya is fine. At Night Author's p.o.v Meher and her son Mehrab is lying on the bed. Mehrab is snuggling to his mother's chest tightly. Meher is stroking his baby hairs affectionately. Right now, Mehrab is listening to stories from his mother. He is very engrossed in the story. " That's how the little boy met his mother," Meher completed the story and Mehrab just giggled. Then, he started nagging," Mamma, me tell other story, piz(Mamma, tell me another story, please). " I will tell you another story tomorrow. Now, be a good boy and close your eyes," Meher said to her naughty boy who is now pouting and n

Sinclair exclaims, laughing as he moves across the room to the little table where we’ve unpacked our clothes, eager to get ready for bed. I pout as I move to the little makeshift cradle waiting by our bed that Henry instructed Sinclair’s men to make for us this afternoon, laying my sleeping baby down on the thin, firm mattress waiting there for him. “I’m just a little jealous!” I declare, laughing a little. “Ella,” Sinclair sighs, pulling his shirt over his head and coming over to me. I turn to my mate, eager, and wrap my arms around his neck, smiling up at him. “You do realize that you just gave birth to our perfect little baby, and that it was an incredibly complicated and dramatic pregnan

Harry nodded, adding in a casual tone. Matteo, who did not fully understand what was happening, looked at me with a face full of admiration. “Mama became a rock star too?” he asked, his voice hopeful. "Mama’s cooler than a rock star. Mama has prettier dresses than your messy hair, Theo.” Matilda grinned a little, adding in a mocking tone. We all chuckled, and for a moment, the mood lightened. But, underneath my smile, there was a growing concern. I stare at Becca's phone screen again, letting the numbers sink in. This excitement was probably something I had dreamed of for years, but a dark thought arose along with it.

He seemed depressed or something, does money bring that much sadness? “But at least you're going to have a baby. A baby always brightens everything up, they transform our lives.” Really, Dominic is the man who makes me a better woman every day. And right now, I'm proud of myself and what I'm becoming. “Donna, don't lie to me.” What did he want to know? And what freedom is that Donna? “Can your son be my son too? I don't remember anything about that night, but Matthew doesn't lie to me and with everything I've seen, I can't get it out of my head. I've never seen anyone so much like me, you're a redhead, he's not and…” That's all I need, the guy who needs a son.

Feeling the weight of everything they had gained. The rain kept falling outside. But inside, the room was warm. The candles flickered. The baby sighed. And for the first time in a long time, the silence felt like peace. Not the end of pain. Not the absence of grief. But the beginning of something else. Something that could grow. Something that could heal. Something that could last. The rain kept falling. Gentle. Steady. Like it was listening. Like it was remembering. Like it was waiting for the moment this new life would finally teach them how to live again.

“Now, you must deliver my baby. “After I give birth to my son, you’ll kneel and apologize to me. “Oh, and you’ll also compensate me one hundred thousand dollars for emotional distress!” I looked at her coldly before saying, “In your dreams.” My refusal didn’t seem to surprise her. Camila, standing beside her, suddenly laughed. “Maria, don’t worry. I have a great idea to make sure this Dr. Carter delivers your baby properly and honestly.” As she spoke, she rummaged through her bag and took out a brown glass bottle.

see my life became a baby sitter iam a president to biggest company everyone fears for me but this little girl making me her baby sitter but Iam getting more experience to bare with my future daughter due to my cutie because of this little girl daily iam trying to learn new ways of coaxing due to her mood swings I asked "now say do you want me to help you in drinking water" she said "no" see again changed her decision my baby inside her belly making my cutie into crazy cutie I asked "okay say now what you want" she said "let's go for long drive I want ice cream" I nodded my head and took my car keys we are going down she pulled me back and said "lift me" I lifted her and carried towards car

I've said those things to you because I like to think we're friends, and because I think you deserve to know how I feel about you. 2023 has been a tough year for me, so I've entered 2024 kinda tiptoeing around Goodnovel, not sure about writing anymore. Up until a few of you contacted me here and on my socials, asking if I was okay, and wondering about a new story. So, I've decided to push aside all my doubts and fears and... write again. Well, "HAVING HIS BABY" is the result of the care, interest, and kindness you've shown me. This story is a labour of love. You took this book to heart and gave me back the trust in myself as a writer. You are amazing!