Cuentos Para Mi Novia Antes De Dormir の小説・ストーリー

I hop on the bed and lean my head against her neck as I wrap my self around her. “I can’t sleep alone anymore. My nightmares keep haunting me” I said miserably. “I’m sorry, I wish there was something I could do or give you to make them go away forever” she said as she kissed the top of my head “Do you want me to tell you a bed time story?” she asked softly. I looked up at her radiantly and nodded my head in excitement. “Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived a beautiful young girl…”

Now where we are alone we are speaking Danish. “Can you tell me a story?” Her eyes are half-closed, but there’s a spark of hope in them, a desire to drift off to a world filled with adventure. “Absolutely,” I say, pushing open her bedroom door and gently laying her back on the bed, tucking the covers snugly around her. I reach for the Teddy, tucking it in beside her. “What kind of story do you want? A fairy tale? An adventure? Or maybe a superhero story?”

She was about to leave when I asked, "Please stay here...?" "What?" She asked turning towards me. "The bed is big enough for all of us. I like you I want you to stay so please?" She smiled, "sure thing sweetie and would you like to hear a bed time story?" I gave her a small smile and nodded. By this time Stella was already asleep, I knew she was very tired. I was in the middle Stella on my left and Miss Maria on my right. I snuggled into her as she told me the story of Cinderella it lulled me into sleep. I think that was the first I slept peacefully in a long time.

She pouted. “Aww honey, I will read a story for you but you have to go to bed immediately." She nodded her head happily. Max read her favorite story and she drifted off to sleep.

What must that feel like for her? Right before bed, I would speak in low voices, telling her funny stories about my day, or about my childhood. Anything. It was always in a calm, continuous flow of words that would put her at ease as my hands did other things. I told her whatever came to my mind in an attempt to keep her relaxed and accepting of the shift in our relationship.

he muttered, rubbing his eyes. I hiccupped, glaring at him through tears. “Then, leave me alone.” “No,” he stretched out beside me, folding his arms behind his head like he owned the bed. “I’ll stay until you stop.” And he stayed. Every night after, whenever the crying started, Matteo was there. Sometimes he told me stories he made up on the spot, about kings who hid treasure, or knights who never lost a fight. Other times, he just stayed quiet, his steady breathing enough to calm me.

Without further delay, I quickly took off my wedding dress and headed straight to the shower to wash off the day's activities. However, as I was about to retire for the night I was surprised to find that Raymond had carefully marked his area of ​​the bed. It was funny and I wondered what else he had planned for our first night as a couple As he looked at me it was obvious that he wasn't thinking about sharing a bed with me. "Do you think I'll sleep with you? " You're not even up to my standards. How do I tell my friends that I married the black sheep of the Woods Family?

One hand on the door, the other on the doorframe, chest bare, muscles flexing. I stared at him with wide eyes, trying not to seem angry. Maybe that woman was his sister or something. He wouldn’t invite two girls over to his house at once, would he? “You said that you wanted to see me later.” He stared at me like I was crazy with those wide brown eyes that I could get lost in for days. “All I said was good night, not to come to my home at eleven thirty p.m., when I’m about to fall asleep.” “About to fall asleep?” I asked, brow arched. He wasn’t about to fall asleep; he had a damn woman over. “You have a woman over.”

I said with a small laugh. The remaining nighttime was spent in bedtime routines and warm baths, in stories and toothbrushes. Mirabel insisted on one of Clinton’s old bedtime tales — something about a crocodile and a mango — and I fumbled my way through the story while they giggled under their covers. When they finally dozed off, I stayed a while longer in the hallway, just watching them sleep. Japheth curled toward the window. Jake, hugging his teddy. Mirabel, one leg dangling off the bed as if dreaming of her little bride walk.

Diane was still out of the room and I wasn’t sure when she would be back. Once Enid was back in bed, I settled on a small stool by her side. I told her a bedtime story – a simple fairy tale about a brave wolf pup who found courage even when in trouble. My voice was barely a whisper, cracked at times, but each word seemed to soothe her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and after a few minutes, she was curled under the covers, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and stroked her hair. “Sleep well, baby. Mama loves you so much,” I whispered, turning off the light. The small room was plunged into darkness except for the pale slivers of moonlight drifting through the light curta