My Baby's Bottom Lip Quivers Novels & Stories

She takes my bottom lip in between her teeth and tugs, while her hips tilt upwards, causing my fingers to go deeper and a growl to leave my chest. Savannah giggles in response.

He closed his eyes and parted his lips to suck hers but her teeth sunk brutally into the soft flesh of his plump bottom lip which made him hiss. She pulled back while he took his bottom lip in his mouth, not wishing to waste his blood which was pulled out by her. “Why did you do that?” He asked her, suddenly looking at the baby if his voice disturbed her but she was sleeping soundly, just like her mother. “How did it feel?” She ignored his question, asking another. “What?” He stared at her in disbelief. “Yes, tell me how it felt.” “Good… and,” “And?” “A bit painful.” That is why he did not push her away.

Bow shaped fading pink lips that seem to be quivering in anger. Well, actually, they are indeed quivering in anger, probably waiting to spit out fire on me if I ever open my mouth to say anything. "Goodbye dad." I voice out with a smirk, knowing that it will totally drive him nuts. "You ungrateful—!" "Antonio!"

I hummed softly, not wanting to think about it anymore. Slowly, I lowered myself back onto the pillow. Caterina moved to help me, careful and attentive. Once I was settled, she stepped back. “I’m still sorry,” she said, frowning. “I hate seeing you upset. Even with your mask on, your bottom lip does this tiny little tremble. It’s heartbreaking.” I tried to smile, but it didn’t last. I hadn’t realized I did that, but I could feel it happening now. To stop it, I bit gently on my bottom lip.

“What happened? Are you hurting?” I shook my head quickly, wide-eyed. “The bean—it’s—it’s—” I stammered, pressing his hand against my stomach. “Feel it!” He blinked, confused, then went still when another tiny jolt rippled under his palm. His brows furrowed. “What the…” “It’s hiccuping!” I cried, half-laughing, half-panicking. “Why is it hiccuping? Should it be hiccuping? Is that normal? Oh my god—”

He placed both hands on my shoulders and looked me over. I stared up at him,my bottom lip quivering, ”I think I'm a bad mother."

I say now, making sure he knows exactly what I'm saying this time. He's cute when he is nervous, which isn't very often. He's typically so serious that his softer features aren't always present. I love the way his bottom lip twitches lightly when he is embarrassed or the way he taps his fingers along the side of his leg as he tries to make a decision. He has fuller lips than most males—something I noticed about him right away. He had dimples, just like Leon and Liam. Was this something I loved and never knew it until now? Maybe.

He just nodded and bit on his lip ring. “And don’t do that.” I said. “What?” He asked looking at me. “Biting on your lips and pulling your lip ring” I said. “Okay mummy.” He said. When he left, I almost fell down, because I was too fucking weak in my legs, they were like jelly. I looked down to my nipples amd fuck they were hard.

I frown at him. “I know it’s a girl, come on kick for Daddy, tell Mom that you are a girl, but if you are a boy, you have to purr at Daddy instead of kicking.” I almost wanted to push his head, how could a baby purr, they could only kick but he did, Jamie's face crumpled in surprise before his hand fell on my tummy.

I whisper, my eyes already wide and unblinking as I stare down at myself – as if I’m going to see something, even though I know that’s ridiculous – But then it comes again – just a…a little tiny fluttering, low and deep inside me. I squeal a little bit with excitement, but when I do the fluttering stops. “Oh, sorry!” I whisper down towards my stomach, going very still. “Sorry, baby! I didn’t – well, you’re going to have to get used to those kinds of weird noises, I think – I make them all the time –“ And then the fluttering comes again, and I give a little shriek of joy. Baby! The baby’s moving!