Newborn Stories Novels & Stories

He held the book in front of her and smiled like a normal human kid who wants attention from his parents. She giggled, feeling a little flustered by how her oldest son acted. “Of course baby! Mommy’s a good story teller.” She boosted with a proud look on her face. She opened the first page and made their positions more comfortable before reading the first paragraph. “Once upon a time, when humans still don’t exist, there was a kingdom that was hidden in the clouds. They are called goddess and goddesses.” She glanced at her son who was listening and continued.

Finn asked with a curious look on his face. “Mama is busy. So now you three have to take another nap.” I put the triplets back on the bed and read them a storybook. Their eyes slowly closed by themselves. Triplets are the type of babies who sleep easily. I closed the fairy tale book and put it on the nightstand. Painstakingly, I covered the triplets' bodies up to their chins and kissed their foreheads.

I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do. “I thought you might like this on, it reminds me of the stories Mummo used to tell us,” Raven shrugs her shoulders and points to the back showing it has a lot of short stories with illustrations. “It’s perfect, what else should I get?” I question while looking around after Rebecca comes over and grabs the clothes I picked out. “I would wait for things for the baby till we can start a nursery. Have you been sleeping comfortably; one book mentioned a belly pillow?” Raven questions while looking around then at the pages of a books she has in hand making me shake my head.

This wasn’t for me. *** I hate how short Sundays are. Is the only thing I think when I board the bus early morning the next day. I’m babysitting some kid today, a fourteen-year-old girl whose parents need a reliable person to guard their treasure for one afternoon. I swear that’s what it said. Some people just have the strangest combination of words.

Who could live with someone this cold-hearted? The baby cried anxiously inside my womb. [Mommy, why are they lying? You're the one who saved Grandma and Grandpa!] I gently stroked my stomach and whispered, "Don't be scared. The truth will come out eventually." But the backlash grew far beyond anything I anticipated.

It was the sound of a new life entering the world, of a new story beginning, of everything they had fought for finally bearing fruit. Lena held her against her chest, trembling with exhaustion and joy. The baby was small, smaller than she had expected, with a tuft of dark hair and tiny fingers that curled and uncurled like sea anemones. Her skin was pink and new, and her eyes were closed against the brightness of the world.

It landed beside her polished boots. "When the truth comes out, none of you will escape!" Mary gestured for Brandon to stop. She took the baton and pressed it beneath my chin. "Do you know how I became the youngest captain here?" She slammed my head against the wall. "It's all because of the baby's voice. I might be wrong, but it never is." Then the baby's voice rang out again, "Bad Daddy! Still slandering me, even at the end. Does he really think he covered his tracks perfectly?"

“I’ll give you an hour to bring my baby back to me! Otherwise, we’ll all die here!” Everyone outside immediately became frantic after seeing me pulling down the lever. “What does my baby have to do with your husband lying to you?” “Doctor Joe, what did you do with her baby? Why are you dragging us into this?” “Diane, please calm down! If you let our babies go, we’ll help you find yours!” “Doctor Joe, please tell us what’s happening! There are more than thirty newborn babies inside. If something happens to them, will you take responsibility for it?”

“It’s happening!” Heather squealed, grabbing Baylee’s hand. “Come on!” Inside, the room glowed with firelight. Lilly lay on the bed, Melody and Jessica flanking her. Liam knelt beside her, holding her hand with tears in his eyes. And then the cries came—first one, then another. A boy. A girl. Lilly sobbed with relief as Jessica wrapped the newborns in soft blankets. “Meet Lane,” she said, handing the tiny boy to his father. “And Lacey,” she whispered, placing the little girl in Lilly’s arms.

Victor only inherited Rune's bushy, curly mane and eyeball colour. After bathing Rune, the next routine was to eat together, followed by reading a bedtime story to his son. Rune sleeps in Ruby's room, but Victor slightly alters Ruby's room and makes it usable for their son. "The frog prince is finally happy with the princess," Victor said, ending the story and closing the book in his hand. Rune was already fast asleep with Victor's hand as his pillow because Victor was planning to take tomorrow off. He let his son sleep with him tonight. *** Boston, United States.