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Seeing the cute little creature lying down, her heart warmed. Many things had happened beyond her expectations since the night before. “Go to sleep,” she said, turning off the ceiling light and leaving only the lamp on. Mateo blinked, clearly showing that he was not sleepy, and Helena began to feel a headache coming on. Apparently, children only slept if someone told them a story. She shrugged, resigned. “I don't know how to tell stories... How about if I sing you a song?” Mateo's eyes sparkled with anticipation, and he nodded excitedly.

The soft rustle of the sheets was a lullaby that carried her towards the realm of dreams, where stories unfolded like petals blooming in the sun. With a heart full of love and dreams, Mama Hazel closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting towards the promise of tomorrow. The night was a canvas upon which new adventures awaited, new characters beckoned, and new tales whispered their secrets in the shadows. In the realm of dreams, Mama Hazel found herself in a world where stories danced and imaginations ran wild. Together with Theo, she embarked on a journey through landscapes of wonder and realms of enchantment, their hearts intertwined in a symphony of love, creativity, and shared dreams.

Mike’s eyes lit up with wonder as he listened intently, his imagination carrying him off to faraway lands filled with adventure and magic. With each turn of the page, I told a tale of bravery and friendship, watching as Mike’s eyelids grew heavy with sleep. As the story drew to a close, I leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his forehand. “Goodnight, my little prince,” I whispered, feeling a surge of love for my son. “Sweet dreams.” “Goodnight, Mumma,” he murmured, his voice soft and content as he drifted off into dreams. I lingered for a moment, watching over him with a sense of profound gratitude before quietly slipping out of the room, leaving him to his peaceful slumber.

It was a strangely domestic image I’d started dreaming up only recently. At some point, my exhaustion overwhelmed me, and I napped while the twins played with Zayne in his room. The day went by quickly, and soon, it was time for bed. After bathing the twins and putting them in pajamas, we lay in bed while I read them a bedtime story. Luca conked off almost immediately, but Matteo held on till the end of the story. “And so they lived happily ever after,” I said, closing the book. Matteo yawned and snuggled into my arm. “Did you find Aunty Nora?” he asked groggily.

"I know, I know. You know what to do tomorrow morning, right?" "Yes, now let's get some sleep. I want to cuddle my wife tonight because she hasn't been in my bed in a while." He said with his pouty face. I giggled and ran up to him, tackling him to the bed. Afterwards, we just laid there and cuddled until I fell asleep thinking about the end of my plan that would be happening tomorrow morning hopefully. I was really looking forward to our little holiday before going straight back to work at home. The next morning

Then, I lay beside him once he was fully settled and comfortable. “Mommy, tell me a bedtime story,” “Now?” “Yes. It will help me sleep faster. Also, nobody has told me bedtime stories since you left…” ‘since I left to prison…’ I wanted to say it out loud but I didn’t. The tears I’d been holding accidentally fell out of my eye, and I sniffed discreetly. “Of course.” I cleared my throat and began. “Story, story, story time. There was a far, far away land, and a King ruled a nation known as Anthill, filled with so many people who called themselves Anthillians.”

she is controlling the crying he carried her to bedroom while saying to liam "ask lawyer to save them because my little mouse can easily find them" he made her to lay on bed and covered her with blanket she shivered to every touch of him he said "sleep you need rest for tomorrow's marriage" she said "I wanna sobbb go near mom and dad sobbb" don replied "tomorrow after our marriage you'll meet them don't worry sleep now" she is crying and in no mood of sleeping he said "so you want me to fulfill our wedding night now" she quickly closed her eyes he chuckled and kissed on her forehead while taking her to his embrace

“I’ll tell you lots of stories until you fall asleep.” Her little nod nestled into the crook of my neck. And just like that, my world stopped spinning. I tucked her into bed beside me, wrapping the covers around her small frame. She curled into the pillow with expectant eyes, and I began to speak—spinning a tale about brave princesses who conquered beasts with the power of kindness, about noble knights who protected those who couldn’t protect themselves. As I spoke, her eyelids began to droop. Her breathing slowed. The weight of the day finally began to lift from my shoulders, replaced by the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest beside me.

Ariane’s POV As the night grew late, I tucked them into bed. Before they fell asleep, they asked for a story. I sat on the edge of their bed, reading tales of adventure filled with courage and friendship. With every word, I hoped they could feel the same spirit—the spirit to face the world with their heads held high.

“Yes, young man. Wear this for tonight. We can always get you a new one of your size another time.” He pout, before wearing them afterwards. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of him in my clothes, his little legs swimming in my pants. I settled into the bed beside him, pulling out his favorite storybook. As I read to him, his eyelids began to grow heavier and he snuggled closer, his tiny hand wrapped around my waist. I finished the last page, and by now, he was already deep into sleep, even though I know he can still hear me. I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight, baby,” I whispered.