Cogiendo A Mi Hija Dormida Novels & Stories

I say, and he shakes his head. “When she is finished and is asleep, I will tell you,” he says and I nod my head and smile as we both watch our daughter feeding. The motion of her sucking becomes slower and lazy. I gently remove her and bring her to my knee and sit her up, my hand holding her jaw and cheeks as my other hand rubs her back. She wiggles and burps. I stand with her and place her in her crib with a soft pink blanket, and watch as she falls fast asleep.

He was still making that growling sound in his throat but I don't let him lie on the ground again, I'm going to find a way to turn off my brain despite it. When I dragged him back to the bed, I pulled his hand out and lay my head on his shoulder, and crossed the other around my waist. "We'll rest," I said unto the chaotic mindlink, "and then we'll go rescue our son." "Maya," he sent back and I winced, biting my teeth as the wave of dizziness passed. Then I began robbing circles around his back until he stopped moving erratically and actually slept off. Soon, I followed suit.

I leaned down and caressed my son's hairs softly, my eyes again welled up but they were the happy tears. He smiled in his sleep as if he recognized my touch and snuggled into my chest. I slipped in his tiny bed which was a bit uncomfortable for me but I didn't mind as long as I had my baby close to me. Pulling him into my embrace I pecked his hairs for the last time before closing my eyes to catch some sleep but at the same time the door creaked open. I didn't need to look at the intruder. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

In Rebecca, I've found love, and in these recent weeks, I've discerned that my daughter's heart is mine as well. Seated in the gentle rhythm of a rocking chair, I watch my little princess drift into slumber. Her form relaxes in my arms, swaying in tandem with my motions. As the tendrils of drowsiness encroach upon my consciousness, I allow myself to rest my head against the chair's back, eyelids fluttering shut.

ATLAS'S POV. I gently pick up my daughter, Aurora, from the couch and carry her to her bedroom. She is already asleep in my arms, her breathing slow and steady. I tuck her into bed and kiss her forehead, brushing her hair away from her face. "Goodnight, my little angel," I whisper to her. "Sleep well and have sweet dreams." She stirs slightly, and I hold my breath, afraid that I might wake her up. But she settles back down, snuggling deeper into her covers.

We just cuddled and slept off I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to see my son

Sage P.O.V I walk into the room where my wife is sound asleep with one of the babies attached to her boob. I know she is not completely asleep, but I can tell she is exhausted and starving. I get up close to her, grab my son and burp him, put him in his basket, and sound asleep.

came Carla's reply, her voice carrying a sense of warmth and familiarity. I followed the sound of her voice and made my way towards the living room. As I entered, my eyes landed on Carla, gently cradling my son in her arms and feeding him from a bottle. A wave of tenderness washed over me at the sight of his peaceful slumber. Carla looked up, her eyes meeting mine. "Sorry, ma'am, he fell asleep, and I didn't want to wake him up," she explained, her voice filled with a blend of apology and concern.

I wonder he'll be a great Dad someday. Gosh where does these idea sprout from? I smile and scooted over making some place for him to join me on my bed.He climbed the bed and wrapped his hand around me making sure not to hurt me.When did I get so lucky? My eyes started to droop,keeping my head on his chest and listening to his rhytmic heartbeat I drifted off to sleep. I woke up to some noise.I opened my eyes and saw my mother and Zita talking in hushed tone.I was still wrapped around Etienne.

I listened to all of it and made the right sounds in the right places and held my daughter's hand as we walked. As we got to the room, Josie climbed on her bed and yawned, I tucked her in then kissed her forehead.