Large Thick Blanket Novels & Stories

Aunt Carolyn babbled, “I’ve been putting off finishing this baby blanket for Carter and Macie’s newest addition. You know she’s due any day, right?” “Right.” “The baby is a boy. Always a boy in this family, so I have every color of blue yarn you could imagine. I wanted something different for each of my grandchildren. Thane’s baby blanket is navy blue and Kyler’s blanket is turquoise. It’s so sweet Ky still needs that blanket every night before he can sleep even when he claims to be a big boy. Gib’s blanket is robin’s egg blue. Channing won’t let him have it in his crib anymore because she’s afraid he’ll tie it around the slats and use it to climb out.”

It felt real now, in her hands, like a small step into this world that she wasn’t sure how to step into. Vladimir smiled back, picking up a soft blue blanket. “Maybe we need this too?” Claire looked at the blanket, then back at him. It was simple, just a soft, practical thing. But the idea of it being for their child made something flutter in her chest. “Yeah, we’ll need that,” she said, her voice quieter than usual.

"...this might be the finest blanket I have ever owned." "It has rabbits on it," Auren said proudly. "I noticed that." "They are fast." "I imagine they are very fast." "They will keep you warm." Kaelor’s smile trembled a little. "I am certain they will. Thank you, Auren." Auren nodded, completely satisfied. "Okay." He took my hand again. "Let us go inside, Mama." I let him lead me toward the cottage. Halfway to the door, I glanced back. Kaelor was still standing in the rain. Holding a child’s blanket against his chest like it was something priceless.

But here…one look and you knew it was worth more than my entire life, practically radiating wealth. I winced, seeing that Levi was already fast asleep, his breathing deep and even. I hadn’t even noticed him drift off. Chuckling softly, I tucked the plush blanket around him, a blanket that probably cost more than my house, lovely, radiant Yakov’s mistress’s blanket! Hehe. I went to the window and drew the heavy velvet curtains, shutting out the last rays of the setting sun. It was late, and Levi clearly needed the rest. Traveling was exhausting, especially for a little kid.

Pulled a blanket from the stacks I knew were stored there. "Would you like a blanket, Ms. Forester?" He held it out. Eden nodded. Her arm looked like a frail twig in the thin layer of the shirt she was wearing. It was fucking winter in New York, several inches of snow on the ground, and she was wearing a regular shirt and some jeans? Where the fuck was her jacket? Pete, taking his life in his hands, walked the few steps it took to hand her the blanket. He didn't shake it out or unfold it. At one point he looked up at the camera, a perturbed smile on his face. "You said you know Mas?"

"You're kidding right?" I ask as I get control of myself again. Before Trey answers our waiter returns, our drinks on his black round tray and a blue Mexican blanket thrown over his arm. I've seen blankets similar to these all over with their various striped patterns. They seem to be on sale everywhere, but I haven't picked one up yet. The waiter hands me a plastic neon green cup and I place it on the edge of the fire pit while the blanket is wrapped around my back and over my shoulders to create a shawl. The fabric is thick and firm, a little scratchy, but it keeps the wind from my bare skin.

So, I make sure to set up the warm lamps—ones that give off that perfect, soft glow that mimics a fire without the hazard—hoping they’ll keep us from freezing once the sun fully dips below the horizon. As the air cools, I spread a thick blanket over the grassy ground just outside the tent, one we can sit on while we watch the movie. It’s one of those fleece ones, soft to the touch, the kind that just wraps you up in comfort the moment you settle into it. I take a moment to smooth it out, getting rid of any wrinkles. I want everything to be perfect tonight. Esmarie deserves perfect- i mean that platonically. Please, I’m not a loser.

But when I opened the door, I knew I wouldn't be sleeping in this room tonight. Instead, I grabbed my clothes from the closet. I held onto the hangers and walked to the guest room and placed the clothes in the closet. I grabbed my favorite blanket from the bed. It was a very large, dark blue fuzzy blanket. Since I found it, I haven't been able to depart from it. I carried it to the cold room and threw it on the bed.

This is going to be where I really sleep though. The bed is massive, it covers almost have of the room. I convince the earth to bring me some cotton that must be growing nearby for both my mattress and my pillow. I wrap them in moss and then make another blanket out of moss. It is not really that cold down here so I am not too worried about getting cold.

“You didn’t have to bring me anything.” “I wanted to,” I replied. She peeked inside the bag, her brows rising slightly as her fingers brushed over the soft fabric. “Oh wow… this is so cute,” she said, pulling out the blanket. “It’s really soft.” I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Figured it could be for the baby. Or for you. You know, for when you’re… curled up with a book or something.” “Her expression melted into something tender. “Awwn,” she breathed, holding the blanket close. “But moonbirth isn’t until tomorrow.”