Circusbaby Novels & Stories

This wasn’t for me. *** I hate how short Sundays are. Is the only thing I think when I board the bus early morning the next day. I’m babysitting some kid today, a fourteen-year-old girl whose parents need a reliable person to guard their treasure for one afternoon. I swear that’s what it said. Some people just have the strangest combination of words.

He runs so fast to his laptop that he clicks on the mouse while I help him button his shirt and fix his hair. When I finish showering, I go back to him to find the form has already been signed. He even muted his mic to tell me where to find those pills. 'Well, well, well. What do we have here.' Typical Toffer and his fear to pregnancy, that I found a small box of Plan B pills in the same drawer that keeps his collection of butt plugs. "It's cheaper to buy a dozen than only one," his voice makes me jump when I'm about to explore the designs of those toys.

Milagros could only shake her head animatedly. "Alright, I'll be honest with you. She is a little anemic and over-fatigued. Other than that there's nothing detrimental to your wife's health." "And the baby?" he said after a few seconds. "The baby is fine. Your little guy boasted his heartbeat when I checked on him." She chuckled. Ira's forehead compressed. "How do you know it's a he?" "Pulses are typically accurate, although it may be too soon to tell," Miranda said with a bright smile.

I could see he had just finished cleaning out a couple of small pieces of glass and was about to start the sutures. “We're about halfway done,” I told Ashton. “You are doing fantastic. Can you tell me who else lives in the lookout?” Ashton frowned, obviously not pleased that we weren't done with this yet. “Tell her,” Stephanie whispered in his ear. “I know you love telling everyone about Zuma.” “Which one is Zuma? Is he the construction pup?” I asked, knowing full well that he wasn't. “No,” Ashton replied frowning at me. “Rubble is the construction pup. Zuma is the water pup.”

Seriously? "Your baby is following your husband's genetics. He's already measuring this long when for a standard Asian baby, you'd be in your second trimester now. But if we were to follow the Caucasian chart, you're just slightly bigger than average." So... the baby is slightly average if we were to follow the Caucasian chart, but hella big if it's according to Asian chart. Either way... I'm screwed? "I'm sorry but I don't think you can deliver the baby vaginally. We've gotta do a c-sec. His shoulder or head would be stuck if we try to deliver normal, either way it would still be a c-sec since you're too small."

His blonde quiff messier than ever and his green eyes looking at mine for attention. "Anyways its time for bed... so no one will be watching any cartoons." I stand up leading both of their grumpy faces to their rooms. Once they are both asleep, I head back to my office. The past four years haven't been easy but Angelo and I managed to give our babies whatever they needed and they absolutely understand that mommy and daddy are not together so every weekend they spend time with their father then I have them for a full week well only in the evening because they go to kindergarten through out the day otherwise everything is perfect.

Jason agrees, crossing his arms. "Gotcha!" Sira exclaims, "At last you admit, he ain't angelic." Sira smiles victoriously, but then both of them sigh, mirroring each other's emotions and actions, at the memory in pain. The baby Gracie is holding is one real notorious child. He walks hand in hand with mess and trouble. The first time Jason and Sira had to babysit Joe, Jason had to be hospitalized because the baby somehow managed to break the support of a heavy metallic decorative stick; which landed on his crotch.

Caro replied as she was engrossed in the computer system she was operating on. " In summary, you're hacking government cameras "Camille announced. " We're AMC" Hannah reminded her and she nodded. "So why don't Rebekah do magic things since it's the fastest" Crystal asked. "All I keep seeing is the institution, nothing more" "Rebekah is from the woman's line, that will be trying to track your Creator which is most times impossible, just like we can't find mother, just like mother, she might be able to cloak her location"

Got ’em! Carys: Thank you. Deacon: Anything else while I’m here? I needed some tampons and deodorant, but I wouldn’t dare send him for those. Carys: No. Thanks. That’s it. A few seconds later, another text came in. Deacon: What’s a peepee teepee? Lord. He needs to get out of the baby aisle. Cracking up, I typed. Carys: It’s a tent for your wee-wee.

“How’s the baby?” Alina chuckled, patting her belly. “Getting bigger every day, Gabriel. And she’s quite active today.” Linton immediately perched himself beside his mom, his eyes sparkling with interest. “Can I talk to her again, Mommy?” he asked with a shy smile. “Of course, sweetheart.” She smoothed down her shirt and leaned back so the boys could get closer. Gabriel scooted onto the couch beside Alina, looking both curious and excited. He handed her the little gift bag, inside of which was a small stuffed bunny with floppy ears. “This is for the baby. I thought she might like a friend when she arrives,” he said proudly.