Circusbaby Novels & Stories

I informed him. Knight’s eyes snapped to mine. “What kind of complications?” “My doctor says that I have an abnormally shaped uterus, so there are chances of the child being born in a breech position. But it’s only the third month and since babies move around a lot, it’s still not sure if the child will be breech.” I explained. “But if it is, then I’ll need to get a C-section.” “But C-sections leave a scar.” Knight said, his brows dawn together. “And breech babies can be turned, can’t they?”

Really weird! "Ciara, look at your mother who is infected with the miss virus," said Sian as he poked Ciara's chubby cheeks. The little girl then turned to her mother and asked her uncle to put her down because she wanted to be near her mother. "Mommy... Ciara wants milk." Ciara whined getting spoiled.

He took out his shears from his waist bag, then he put the baby's umbilical cord in between his left thumb and index fingers and pinned it tightly, very close to his navel. Then he clipped the umbilical cord just above his fingers. "It is a boy." "A boy?" "Yes, Rebecca. We have a son." Batard chuckled joyfully. Tears of joy rolled down Rebecca's cheek as she chuckled too. She had Kharl Sterg newborn on her right arm and her newborn on her left arm. She looked into Batard's and grinned.

“Okay, elaborate.” “My clan heard about the immortal baby,” “And,” “Will you let me finish what I’m saying?” “Okay, just say it.” “Vampire Society has an absolute law that Immortal Babies should be executed. They are seen as a threat. When someone is turned into a vampire, their age will stop and if a baby is turned, they’d stay that age and size eternally. They were a threat because they kill senselessly and will until they're dead.” “What makes her in danger?”

"Mom, I'm serious…" "Shut your mouth!" "Hubby…" Cordelia could no longer stay still. She struggled up. "Show me the baby." Zephyr carefully carried the baby to her. "He looks a little… ugly?" Why did he look like that? His head was pointy, and he was wrinkly. His eyes, nose, and lips were squeezed together. So, were the pictures of those big-eyed angelic babies she usually saw fake? "Hubby, I can't believe I gave birth to an ugly baby…"

The one thing that I hadn't wanted to miss, I thought I had missed as I approached the room. "Sebastian Ross, they're waiting for you," the nurse said as she directed me to the right room. I took in a deep breath. Shit, I didn't even know if Dad was be-hind me anymore. The doctor was talking, so damn fast. Giving me instructions, he said that Emma had refused to give birth without me and he was worried that the baby was dis-tressed. Not my boy. Not our son. He was tough like his parents and I knew that he would be okay. As soon as I put my scrubs on, Emma was ready to go. I held her hand and as our son's head started to peep through I shouted, "Touchdown!"

Mom and MaryJane placed a comforting hand on my shoulder as we watched everything unfold. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor emerged and gave us a reassuring smile. "The baby's breathing is stable now," he said. "You don't need to worry, but we do recommend taking proper care of him. Make sure he gets plenty of fluids and vitamins." I let out a sigh of relief,thanking God inwardly.The doctor went on to explain the reason behind the sudden breathing difficulty. He mentioned that it was likely due to the baby's underdeveloped respiratory system, which is not uncommon in premature infants. This revelation eased some of my anxiety, knowing that there was a medical explanation for what

“That’s a lot of favourites.” Madine stabbed at her pancakes, she had no appetite. She watched Pearl chatter away, answering every question Eric threw at he, favourite toy, favourite bedtime story, even what she wanted to be when she grew up. (“A princess doctor,” Pearl declared solemnly. “Because princesses get to wear crowns, but doctors help people.”) Eric really listened, his attention never straying. Every laugh he gave seemed genuine, every expression softened at Pearl’s words. And Madine’s heart ached.

Donald couldn't wait to carry his niece in his arms and give her a kiss on her tender little face. "Call me uncle!" Donald said to the baby. Cassie could not help but laughing and said, "She only knows how to say daddy and mommy, you have to teach her." Looking at her handsome uncle, her was so curious. Donald immediately said to the little baby patiently, "Come. Speak after me—uncle!" The little girl didn't speak, but giggled in amusement. Her big black eyes were ready to cute—kill him. Phoebe also stood aside and looked at this beautiful little girl in amazement. She touch the little girl's little arms which were as white and tender as lotus roots. They felt very comfortable.

I immediately brought it up with my husband, urging him to take the baby to the hospital for a check-up. But he waved me off, his tone dismissive. "Babe, you're overreacting again!" he said, irritation flickering in his eyes. "The doctor said Nicholas is perfectly healthy. You're just stressing yourself out for no reason." Then he added, "Hospitals are full of germs, you know. What if he picks up something worse there?" I hesitated. He made it sound reasonable, convincing even. Reluctantly, I pushed the thought aside. But a month later, as I was feeding my son, his tiny face suddenly turned a deep purple. Before I could react, his eyes closed forever.