Nikki Brooks Bedtime Story Novels & Stories

“Oopsies!” She chuckled and shook her head, before looking up at the clock. It was near Anna’s bedtime. Quickly, after dinner, she helped the young one prepare for nighttime. She did her routine to her for two years; showering off all the dust from the playground, brushing her teeth, combing her hair, changing her into her favorite pair of Doc Mcstuffins pajamas, and long sleeves. “Which bedtime story do you wanna hear tonight, my love?” Lying in their bed, Anna was safely tucked in her blanket and ready to doze off. All that’s left is to make her sleepy with her stories every night. This was the last part of the night routine with Anna, one that she’ll never get tired of doing.

Brianna said sweetly, batting her lashes in a way that was criminal for a five-year-old, “you skipped the dragon part.” “I did not skip the dragon part,” I muttered, flipping the page back with a sigh. “The dragon is right here. See? Big. Scaly. Breathes fire and terrifying.” Aaron, a three years old was sprawled dramatically on his stomach, chin in his palms, frowned. “He’s not scary.” “He’s supposed to be scary,” I argued, rubbing my eyes. “Come on kids, it’s past your bedtime.” “It’s not,” Aaron said confidently. “You promised us one more story.”

She said as she yawned, “Betsy said that you were going somewhere safe to start a family!” “Oh…um, kind of, yes.” “Could you tell me a bedtime story?” the girl said as she finally gave up the pointless fight and let her self drift to slumber. “Goodnight,” Trie said, her voice shaky and her eyes teary. “Oh, what a mess.”