Couple Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

A while later, after he finally fell asleep, Sylvia also shut her eyes. … The next night, Sylvia came to their room and slept with them again. The bedtime story she chose today was about a child being independent and sleeping alone. She concentrated on delivering the story but Isabel fell asleep before the story even ended. Liam, on the other hand, listened to the end before he closed his eyes and hugged his mother to sleep. Sylvia kissed the two little angels on the cheeks before she, too, shut her eyes. … Three days went by in the blink of an eye, and today would be the deadline that Odell had set.

And I will fly so high away from all the abuse. "Wow, it's so beautiful! You'll read more for me insha'Allah. This will be my bedtime story in our case, bedtime poem." He mumbled gently, pressing her more into his chest. They said their prayers and fell into abyss of dreamless slumber.

The small pout made Richard chuckle as he ruffled the youngest pup’s hair and held his hand to get his teeth brushed. Nine was their curfew, and the three pups were tucked into their cots by Richard, who decided to tell them a story from long ago before they slept. It was only during bedtime that all three pups became docile. They loved hearing stories about the ancient wolves that Richard told compared to the glorious battles Ambrose liked to tell. The stories about meeting someone’s fated mate and falling in love with a human Luna often brought smiles to the pup’s face. The idea of having a mother weighed heavily on their minds, even if they didn’t express it outwardly.

I raised a brow, smiling as their eyes gaped at me. "Is daddy going to be here with us tomorrow?" "If he rounds up his meeting tonight, then yes, he will be with us through the day tomorrow. And I'm sure you would not want to miss all of that sleeping now would you?" "Nope," they said in unison, slipping lower beneath the covers. Feeling satisfied after convincing them to sleep, I took out one of the books from the library of books in the prince and princess-themed room and read them a story before kissing each of them goodnight.

He seemed just woken up. I stood up and lifted him. I slowly rocked him, put his head between my neck. "Not yet, Baby. Go to sleep again." "I can't, Mommy. I miss Daddy's bedtime stories." He murmured. "I'll just tell you a story." I sighed. "What bedtime story do you want?" "It's about the King and Queen. The King left his Queen in the war so the enemy got the Queen." What the hell. "Baby, why-" I stopped speaking when the door opened. He was surprised to see us. Reid dropped from my grasp and ran towards Wright.

This was the first time he’d shared a bed with both his Mummy and Daddy, and he couldn’t contain his happiness. "Daddy," he said. "Yes, son?" "Can you tell me a bedtime story? Mummy always does it, but now that you’re staying, you should tell me one." Liam held my hand and Scott’s hand too, as if he wanted the three of us to stay connected forever. "I’m not very good at bedtime stories, but I’ll give it a try," Scott replied. Scott began telling Liam a bedtime story until he fell asleep. I tucked him in with the duvet and turned to the other side of the bed, trying to sleep. But I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried.

Ronald said in a tired voice which earned a chuckle from Raina. As usual, They were tucking the girls to bed and Ronald was reading their bedtime story to them. He sat on the edge of the bed while Raina was in the middle of the girls' bed, her head against the headboard. Adrie and Alexa cuddled Raina with their tiny arms wrapped protectively around her five-month-old bump. Ronald was frustrated because they refused to fall asleep after reading three bedtime stories to them. "We want to spend more time with Jayden." Alexa pouted as she cuddled Raina's bump the more.

Once setting the firewood in place, making the dark room glowed through the orange flame and prepared enough heat to keep the small cabin warm all through the night, she sat by his only son, making herself and her rounded belly comfortable in the soft bed. "My son, it is time to go to sleep. Now, what stories do you wish me to tell you? I have many already prepared for you. Is it about a king? Or how vampires or the werewolves come to exist? Or a princess who falls into a deep slip after being prick by a cursed needle? Which one would you like to hear, my love?" The young boy looked like he was thinking rather hard and his eyebrow scrunched, figuring what stories would be good. After a few m

"I want to stay with you now. I miss you so much." "I know, sweetheart. How about Mommy tells you a really fun story? You get some sleep, and when you wake up, I promise I'll stay a few extra hours with you. How does that sound?" "You promise?" "Pinky swear!" I cross my fingers and kiss them. "Okay." I help him get comfortable in bed and sit in a chair to start telling him the story. "I want the story of The Girl with the Red Hood." "Oh wow, that's not exactly a bedtime story, Alex!" I grumble. "How about something more…"

“Here, Daddy.” I laid down next to them, and when I started to weave a story about the animals on the ceiling, Naomi linked our fingers together, while Becky laid her head on my arm. Just like that, all the stress from the day was gone, and I knew that no matter what, I was never going to miss another bedtime story.