Marinette Pajamas Novels & Stories

I wanted to quickly wrap the duvet around my exposed chest but I was worried, I didn't want to anger him and so I sat down, watching how he stared at my exposed chest without shame. How could he be ashamed of staring at me almost naked when I was his wife, I mentally scolded myself. Adrian walked away and when he came back, he handed me female pajamas. I held the pajamas and saw that they were my perfect size. I wondered who the pajamas belonged to and I couldn't help but imagine him bringing women to this room and sleeping with them on this bed.

What the fuck are those?” I blurt before I can stop myself. He doesn’t look at me, gaze fixed a few inches to my left. “They’re pajamas, Bennett. Sleepwear. To avoid making others uncomfortable.” “Hate to break it to you, bud, but those aren’t pajamas. They’re jammies.”

But how would we know if there was no proper sign? Once the dinner was over, I changed into my night pajamas which were also brought by Dominic. When I was looking for night dresses in the wardrobe, I was shocked to find lingerie and flimsy, silk nightgowns that left little to the imagination. To say that I was mortified was an understatement. I decided to not pull the topic because he would definitely say something shameless. Plus, the pajamas were pretty comfy. The fabric literally felt like I had draped a sheath made of clouds.

"Haven't you ordered a new one yet with Daniella? You should do that." She nodded and hesitantly reached for the collar of my pajamas. "Can we throw these out too while we're at it?” I glanced down in confusion. They were plain, checkered blue pajamas. My favourite. "I know Hannah and you have matching pajamas, and maybe it's petty and immature, but I.." I sat up in bed and pulled her up with me until we were both sitting on our knees. "So take it off, wife."

I closed her door, anxious that the glare shouldn’t wake her, then turn out the hall light and strode into my bedroom, leaving my door ajar. Just in case she needed me... I pressed the electronic closer for the blinds, which descend over the French windows facing the sea. In the walk-in wardrobe, I stripped off my clothes and found a pair of pajamas that Dante had brought over from the main house and slipped on the bottoms. At my apartment, I rarely wore pajamas, but here, with all the staff present, I had no choice. Leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor, I headed into the bedroom and climbed into bed. I turned off the bedside lamp and stared into the inky darkness.

My boyfriend… ex-boyfriend, had dumped me less than twelve hours ago, and here I was getting off to the idea of some mysterious guy who probably pitied me. A loud knock on my bedroom door made me jolt. “Sole? Babe, you alive in there?” Marinette’s voice, bright and bossy as always. “I brought coffee and rage. Open up before I use my spare key.” “Shit,” I muttered. I quickly shoved the toy back in the drawer, yanked my panties up, and pulled my shirt down. “Coming!” Marinette burst in the second I opened the door, her curly hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing workout leggings and a sports bra like she’d already conquered the day. She took one look at my flushed face and messy hair and smirke

She took her time in the shower, long enough that Julian was almost certainly asleep by the time she stepped out. She changed into the pajamas laid out for her and left the bathroom. Whether it was Edward's doing or just the staff's judgment call, the pajamas prepared for her turned out to be a white silk camisole trimmed in delicate water-soluble lace at the chest. Genuinely mortifying to wear in front of him thankfully, he already had his back turned, asleep. Past midnight now, and exhaustion was catching up with her too. She climbed into the far side of the bed.

I would have loved to get the other baby things but I was too tired and we had to return back to our condo after dropping the clothes at the house. "Should we get matchin outfits?" min asked stopping in front of a store where pajamas were put on display. The pajamas set that caught his attention was one worn by a female, male and a child mannequin. "You want that?" i asked. "yes, we could take pictures when the baby is old enough to wear them. His words brought tears to my eyes and I started crying in the middle of the hallways. He must have thought I was cryong because I thought everything was cute, but what brought tears to my eyes was the thought of not being alive to live all the memorie

ROSS'S POV: AFTER THE DINNER: After taking a shower, the twins were now dressed in their matching red, white and black Minnie Mouse Pajamas and while Terra had intended to tuck them in, I was surprised when she came out of their room looking at me with a mean stare then informed me with an attitude, “They want you to tuck them in.”

"Suit yourself but clean up, you reek of alcohol" Louis sniffed his clothes and his nose scrunched up in disgust,"I don't have any clean clothes to clean into," Louis replied. He felt sweaty and dirty. Andrea got out of bed and walked over to her closet. She pulled out pajamas and threw them at him. "You can wear that,"Andrea said. He took his clothes and hastily disappeared into the bathroom. Hidden behind the door, he let off a sigh of relief. He couldn't stand her intensity. He walked out a few minutes later dressed in his pajamas. His hair was wet and stuck on his forehead.