Give Me The Pacifier Novels & Stories

He knew she was looking at the price, and again he chuckled. “She is going to need much more than one can.” He said as he looked at her as she placed the can in the cart, “Even I know that.” He reached beyond her and placed six more cans in the cart. They went to the next aisle, and that was bottles and pacifiers. Deanna looked around, and Max was amazed that there were so many different choices. He watched her as she picked up a set that was in a box. She then got another box that was smaller and a pack of nipples as well. He nodded that she finally saw that they didn’t have to be thrifty right now. She got a few different types of pacifiers and threw them in the cart as well.

I let him go and pull back a pout, he smiled at me and slipped something inside my mouth. "What's that?" I ask him back through our bond again, he smiles at me and makes sure it's still in my mouth, I was really enjoying this feeling. "It's your paci honey," he says explaining to me, I knew littles use these things sometimes, but this is my first time ever trying it. "How about we watch a movie?" he asks me and I nod my head quickly yes, I would love to have a movie and cuddling time.

he remarked, meeting my gaze halfway. A smile showed up on my face, seeing Jacob rattled about what to grab first. “What should I give her? The milk or the pacifier?” Jacob continuously questioned, his face torn into confusion and anxiety hearing Freya’s wailing harder. “How do I even know if she’s already hungry,” he added, groaning. I chuckled, “If you just fed her, then the pacifier would be enough.” Not wasting any seconds, he inserted the pacifier into Freya’s mouth, making her immediately go quiet. With relief, Jacob let out a deep sigh, wiping beads of sweat on his forehead.

“She's not taking food, it seems she only wants to scratch her jaw as she keeps putting my finger in mouth.” I let out a deep breath before replying, “Give her a teething pacifier….” “What is that?” Ethan asked, sounding confused. “Oh my God,” I muttered. “Alright, if there's no pacifier, wash your fingers and gently massage her gum, then give her a warm bath. She should be calm after that.” “Thank you so much. I’ll do that now,” he replied and immediately ended the call.

Her face relaxed with gratitude while Mitchum’s eyes went wide like saucers. ‘Suck it up dude she’s exhausted,’ I said through the mind link. He nodded just enough for me to see and we each took a pup. “Don’t forget their dummies,” she said and I looked at her like what the hell? Then she pulled pacifiers out of her pocket and handed them to us. “They seem to take their dummies pretty well,” she said. “Got it,” I replied. “Come on little dudes, we got leader stuff to do,” Mitchum said in a baby voice and I laughed. “We’ll be back,'' I said as we headed for the door.

She handed Eaton to Charlie and said, "You're his father. Do something!" Charlie could not get Eaton to stop crying either. Charlie hugged Eaton and patted him gently. He walked around the room and took some toys to play with Eaton, but Eaton didn’t stop crying. Grace was too sleepy and got a little dizzy watching Charlie walk around. She didn't know why Eaton was crying so much today. She said, "By the way, Andrew said that he would give Eaton a pacifier when he can't stop crying." Charlie immediately asked Kenia to get a pacifier, then he put the pacifier in Eaton's mouth. Finally, Eaton stopped crying.

He caressed its face with the back of his index finger and kissed his wife on the forehead. “You both look so adorable,” he whispered carefully. “What shall I buy for our little angel?” “Ask for a formula for a few days old infants, bottles with nipple holes for the same age, diapers, and wet wipes. For now, that would do,” Rebekah replied gently. Smiling so warmly staring at the baby in her hold.

Becca. Layla and I were dictating to the housekeeper what we needed bought and brought in for the children when James arrived at the door to my suite. He leaned on the doorframe, just watching. Alessandro was on a blanket on the floor, blowing bubbles and kicking his little legs in the air. Dahlia was under a different, lighter blanket as I breastfed her. "... Lightweight pacifiers, if you can find them," Layla was saying. "Alessandro won't take the heavier ones yet."

There isn’t much, just the go-bag she had brought, a few gifts from visiting pack members, and a soft blue blanket still folded at the foot of the hospital bed. Nicole moves to help, lifting a small stuffed bear and slipping it into the diaper bag with a smile. “He’s going to love this one,” she murmurs, then checks the side pocket for the pacifier she tucked away earlier. Everything is done with the quiet reverence that only comes with new life.

"Of course you do, you're weird. No one even calls it pillow titties." "You're one to talk. What about that old pacifier you carry around in your bag? I bet you have it in that little travel pack of yours," I retorted. Liza narrowed her eyes, "that pacifier is my good luck charm, and you know it!" "Well, that pillow is my comfort so if it goes so does Mr. Pacifier." I couldn't help the smugness that seeped into my tone. Liza gaped at me as her cheeks heated, "that's not fair!"