My Baby's Bottom Lip Quivers の小説・ストーリー

The baby's lips were blue. "It's not breathing." Kaelin grabbed it from her. "Why isn't it BREATHING?" The baby's chest wasn't moving. Mouth open, nothing going in or out. "FIX IT." Serna yelled. Kaelin flipped it upside down, smacked its back. Nothing. Hit it harder. The baby made a wet coughing sound and fluid came out, then it gasped and started screaming again. "What the fuck just happened?" Serna's whole body was shaking.

Leonid sends business-like texts with questions about feeding schedules and developmental milestones, as if his son were a quarterly report to be managed. Their silence feels unnatural. Wrong. From upstairs comes a sharp, frustrated cry that cuts through my spiraling thoughts. Slava. I skip up the stairs, my bare feet silent against the imported Italian marble, and find him standing in his crib, tiny fists gripping the rails like a prisoner demanding release. "Hey, little man," I coo, lifting him into my arms. His body is warm and solid against me, but he's trembling— that subtle shake babies get when they're overwhelmed. "What's wrong?"

She bites her bottom lip and avoids his eyes. He nods, trying to stop a smile from emerging on his face. If he recalls her old habit correctly, she’s going to start doing the most random things with her lips. It’s a sign that she’s reached the peak of her nervousness. “We were really close,” her voice softens. He hums in agreement. Any second now. She bites her bottom lip yet again and then her upper lip, which quickly turns to fishy lips, and ends with her bottom lips sucking on her upper.

She put her fingers under my chin, gently lifting. “Relax your mouth,” she said. “That is a strange request,” I mumbled. She smiled. “Just… part your lips a little.” My heart banged around in my chest. I did as she asked. She spread the balm across my bottom lip, then my top. Her fingers stayed under my chin, thumb against the edge of my jaw. Our eyes met for a second, and my stomach twisted in a way that had nothing to do with Bobby. “Done,” she said quietly.

"This was a bad idea." She attempted to free her hands but I stopped her again. "Let me go." From her slurred words and how her voice trembled. She got scared to death. "I won't do this anymore." She sniffed. I watched her silently. She drew her lower lip between her teeth. A habit I noticed about her. And now I realized she did it when nervous or when angry. Her chin was trembling. It was not because of the water which was warm and good for a swim.

Tongue darting out to wet the bottom lip. “We’ll see about that, Preppy.”

She hiccuped from crying and her bottom lip began to tremble like she was going to start up again. “Shhh, shhh princess, dadas got you.” I said while scooping her up out of the crib. I looked down at her and brushed my finger on her rosy red cheek. She stared up at me while slobbering all over her hand that was in her mouth. She was teething, so I knew that was most likely the culprit for her crying.

I bite my bottom lip when my chin starts to tremble, and my tears stream down my cheeks. I shake my head in disappointment. “God, I’m such an idiot.”

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I wasn’t all that sure. I pulled my finger out of her mouth and smeared the wetness over her bottom lip, and she slipped her bottom lip into her mouth to bite on it. I started to shake my head the next moment before starting to speak. “You’re biting on your bottom lip, bunny.” I informed her and watched as her eyes, which had been closed before, suddenly flew open in the next second, as her bottom lip slipped out of her mouth. “Remember when I asked you not to bite on your lower lip throughout the whole of today, right?” I asked and watched as she hesitated for a few seconds before starting to nod her head at me.