Blessed Nest Nursing Pillow の小説・ストーリー

He nodded and kiss me on the cheek. I walked around rocking the baby humming lullabies to her. She slowly slipped into drowsiness falling asleep. I kissed her cheek and slowly walked down the hall into the bedroom putting her on the bed. There was a barricade around her bedding made just for her. Four pillows to guard her from falling off although I don't know if he knows that she's too young to move on her own. There was a blanket in the middle covered with a smaller teddy bear blanket. I placed her down quietly leaving her.

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ The warm pillow under me shifts slightly. My brows furrow. Where the hell is it going? I nuzzle into it, the soft cotton comforting on my cheeks. The pillow pulls me into it and I happily rest against it until I feel myself dozing off. There's quiet laughter before something soft brushes my forehead. The blanket is tucked around me and a cool pillow replaces the warm one. There's just something about a cool pillow that makes me so damn sleepy. I curl around the pillow just as the mattress dips.

He signs for the delivery without looking up. “What is that?” I call out. “Contingency,” he answers, like that explains anything. The men assemble it in the nursery while I watch from the doorway, increasingly horrified. It has temperature control, humidity regulation, a gentle rocking mechanism and God help me, a night-vision camera that projects a starfield onto the ceiling when the baby cries. It looks like something Tony Stark would design for his hypothetical child. It’s hideous. And it’s sitting right next to the perfect, soulful, hand-crafted crib Alexander built.

| Hollis | The next time Hollis woke up, she was alone. Her weighted blanket was designed to help her feel like Whitney was always next to her when she was trying to fall asleep, but that unique warmth associated with another human body just wasn’t there. Much less Whitney's. She could hear faint laughter and animated conversation coming from downstairs and blinked away the first few minutes of grogginess. As if suddenly remembering something, Hollis cursed softly and lunged for her charging Google Pixel 4 XL to peek at the time.

"Since the door's closed, can you please pull this blanket down? I want to see our baby." "Of course." I slowly folded down the blanket to reveal Nightingale, still drinking milk. Daphnie rested her head on my shoulder as we stared at Nightingale in awe. "It's amazing how we made something so precious," Daphnie stated. "Yeah," I agreed. "What did I do to get blessed with an amazing wife and beautiful Daughter?"

I said, my voice low, laced with something close to awe. She picked up the blanket I’d dropped earlier and folded it neatly. “This one’s a favorite,” she said, placing it back in the cart. “And if your wife’s breastfeeding, she’ll need nipple cream. Trust me.” My heart stumbled. Wife. She said it so casually. Like it was obvious. I didn’t correct her. “Thanks,” I said quietly. She helped me find more essentials—tiny mittens, a teether shaped like a strawberry, a soft swaddle wrap. She tossed each item in like she was building a nest.

"Kc. We're creating our daughter's aesthetic legacy." He bent in closer. ".Does the giraffe assist with that?" She looked at him, stone-faced. "Only if it performs lullabies in French." Kc inspected the tag. "Uh… it sings the ABCs in what I believe is a British accent?" She sighed like a general of war whose troops were disappointing her. "Add it to the maybe pile. "This one has an anti-roll mattress, a built-in baby monitor, and it adjusts to three levels as the baby gets bigger," chirped the saleslady.

"They're pregnancy pillows for you. I didn't know which one to get, so I just got them all and figured you could try them out and see which ones you like best.” He was absolutely the sweetest man alive. Every day lately, he'd been bringing home things for me, the baby, or the both of us. Cribs, clothes, toys. He even bought a breast pump. It was hard to muster any excitement about that particular item. It looked like a torture device to me. "I've been reading and these are supposed to keep you from rolling onto your back. They'll make you more comfortable and keep the oxygen flowing to the baby." He shook his head and frowned.

he said, then bent down to kiss the belly just for a moment. Sarah smiled blushing, feeling so happy about Oskar's attitude. "I brought what you need," said Oskar, carrying a large black paper bag. "What's that?" Sarah asked. "Look," said Oskar, handing the paper bag to Sarah. Sarah immediately took out the contents of the paper bag, it turned out to be a special pillow for pregnant women. The pillow was gray, very soft, and made her want to lie down and use it. ."I know you need it," said Oskar with a smile.

He kept his promise. Hot tears spill over my eyelashes, tracking rapidly down my cheeks. My breathing becomes strained, short, and shallow as I am entirely overcome with a tsunami of emotion. I stand up, spinning slowly in a circle. The nursery has absolutely everything. A gorgeous, modern crib draped in soft white linens. A plush, oversized nursing chair. A cozy reading nook overflowing with classic children's books. A mountain of soft, premium stuffed animals waiting to be loved. It doesn't feel like a cold, calculated mafia stronghold. It feels warm. It feels so incredibly safe.