Couple Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

His lips are still tilted in that wicked little smile. That night, Jabari and Amara refuse to close their eyes on the furs unless my voice tells them a bedtime tale. Even though I have spent five winters putting Zuberi and Tavon to sleep in our villa, I only know the basic old story about the three little forest pigs who built dens to hide from the big rogue wolf. The second I start whispering the words, I see the totally bored, blank stares on both of their little faces. They are way too smart for baby stories.

That I also used that spoon just moments ago? My face heated up, and I avoided his gaze. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I quickly tell him and then I run out of the room, so as to not make a fool of myself again.. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ That night, before I left, Sophia and Franklin asked me to tell them a bedtime story. Even though I had experiences in putting Xavier and Clayton to sleep, I only knew of the story of the three little pigs and of course Cinderella but my boys weren't ever interested in that second one.

The Bedtime Story The twins were tucked into their beds, smelling of lavender soap and fresh cotton. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of the nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. "Story time!" Lyra demanded, clutching her stuffed wolf. "The one about the King!" she requested. Alex sat in the rocking chair between their beds, stretching his long legs out. Zara leaned against the doorframe, listening. "Again?" Alex asked. "You know how it ends." he told them.

He was the emotionally mature one of the twins, his intelligent eyes already told me he knew more than he should "Are you leaving Daddy forever? I think I miss him." Vance asked and I slowly nodded my head. I didn't want to tell the children something this hurtful but I had to. I knew without a doubt this room had cameras and he was watching our every moment. There was nothing I could do to make them feel better, so a silly thought calmed my head. "How about I tell you a bedtime story?" I suggested. They didn't say anything, but I went ahead regardless; my steady voice was the only thing that was heard in the room until they fell asleep around 10 pm. They were both snuggling to my side.

"I know you're awake, so get up." She groaned sleepily. "James, please, I fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, so could you please shut up and let me sleep?" she asked, hugging the pillow beside her. "And it's not my fault you didn't go to bed early; we already talked about it, so don't give me that reason. Will you stand there, or will I drag you to the bathroom?" James threatened. She moaned once more. Damn, this jerk! Despite her love for him, there are times when she just wants to torture him. Does he not notice how sleepy I am?

I teased and she shot me a glare that made me laugh out before remembering it was about 3am. Next Charlie puth/wiz khalifa – see you again. She sighed and returned to the bed. ‘This one doesn’t tickle your fancy?’ I teased. ‘One more word from you Rodriguez and I will push you out that window to your thorny friends’. I made a zipping motion across my lips ‘You have three options; share the bed, sleep on the floor or go home’. ‘Why can’t you just get me a duvet or something?’ ‘What? Scared I’ll jump you?’

he whispered, his voice barely louder than a breath, "can you read me a bedtime story, please?" A tender smile graced my lips as I reached for the book he kept besides him.I settled down on the edge of his bed, and the words flowed from my lips as I read about adventurous journeys and brave heroes. Noah's eyelids grew heavier, his breaths steadier, and I knew he was drifting off to sleep. Closing the book gently, I leaned down to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead. His muttered softly, "Thank you, Princess Nanny." I gave a wide smile and I rose from my seat, dimming the overhead light and leaving his bedside lamp aglow.

As she settled in beside him, Theo snuggled close, his small body seeking the warmth and comfort of her presence. "Mama Hazel, will you tell me a bedtime story?" Theo asked, his eyes filled with anticipation. Hazel smiled, her heart swelling with love for the sweet boy who had captured her heart. She began to weave a tale of magical adventures and brave heroes, her voice soft and soothing in the quiet of the night. As the story unfolded, Theo's eyelids grew heavy, his breathing slowing into the steady rhythm of sleep. Hazel watched over him, her hand resting on his back, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

"Can we do another one together?" "Sure but we'll have snacks first." Crimson set the tray down on the table and they both sat down, enjoying the snacks. Cleo happily munched on a cookie while he ate cheese crackers. "Daddy, do you remember the bedtime story you told me last time?" "Which one, sweetie?" "The one about the kids who lived in a house made of candy... The scary lady used the sweets to trick them into coming inside so she could eat them." "That's Hansel and Gretel."

I chuckled at the thought . Seeing Jayden laugh with my family was the best view I have ever seen and now we retire to our bedroom where my son and I share the same bedroom. “Mommy, are you going to tell me a story tonight?” Jayden asked from the bed where he lay waiting for me. I took off my nightie robe and went to join my son in the bed. “Why do you hate it when I tell you night stories?” I asked, staring at him. He shook his head profusely, “I do, I'm not a princess mommy.”