Nook In Bedroom Novels & Stories

There was no reason for her not to let them meet. She opened another bag of noodles and placed them in the pot. She was planning on adding another portion. In the living room, Gabriel looked around this small unit. The furnishings were rather simple but it could be seen that this woman had put in effort to decorate the place, adding warmth to it. “Daddy, this is my bedroom.” The little boy opened the door his room. A small children’s bed was arranged alongside the wall. A pile of toys were stacked on the rug that was laid next to the bed.

Nia moves in my arms and her dainty voice utters, “Domino….” I sense the tearful concern in her voice and rub her back in the same way mother had done, whispering to her, “Don’t worry, he’ll wake up healthy and will be so glad to meet the little fairy so concerned about him. Okay?” She makes a little hum and I keep up the affectionate gesture until I get into a long corridor lit with warm orange glows from wall lamps that line either side of the walls. I get into the fourth bedroom to the right and quietly move past six plywood bunk beds with children fast asleep to get to hers adjacent to the windows. After tucking her into bed and dropping a kiss onto her forehead, I promise her about Domi

Nightstands sit on either side of the bed both matching the dresser. Plants are in every corner, and I tell myself that I could stay in this room for the rest of my life. In my awe of the room I hadn’t realized that Nick was no longer at my side. I turn to the door that was closed, it is now open, the light spilling into the bedroom.

Zoe went upstairs by herself. She had only gone to the eastern master bedroom on the second floor. Opening the door, she crossed the private lounge and walked into the bedroom. There were no wedding photos above the headboard. The bedroom lacked any of a young lady’s usual belongings. There was only a small canvas on the couch. It was only half-done, but she could tell from the features that it was a portrait of Noah. There were only some lady’s clothes in the fitting room.

It had been so hot and dirty and perfect, and I wanted to experience that kind of intensity with them again. I reached Knox's door and knocked three times, waiting politely for someone to answer. When no one responded after a few seconds, I pushed the door open slowly and entered inside the huge fancy bedroom. The room was decorated in dim brown tones with expensive furniture and a massive bed that could easily fit five people, and the curtains were drawn so that only a little bit of light filtered through.

Even pup food. When did Victor do all this? Tears prick my eyes. He thought of everything for us. I move down the hallway, peeking into the first bedroom. It's Noah's room. My hand flies to my mouth. It's perfect. A beautiful white crib sits against one wall, already made up with soft blue bedding covered in stars and moons. There's a changing table stocked with diapers and wipes, a rocking chair in the corner, shelves full of books and toys. A mobile hangs above the crib, little planets and stars dangling gently.

she whispered softly, kissing his cheek. The nursery was spacious. Besides the baby’s crib, there was also a king-sized bed in the corner, along with a wardrobe and a plush sofa. “Your room is right next door,” Mawar said. “I’d rather stay here, Ma’am. Noah’s room is big enough, and I’d feel uneasy sleeping separately from him,” Elizabeth said gently. “That’s fine if you prefer to stay here. But still, your private room is next door. You can use it to shower or change clothes,” Mawar explained.

I use the time to take a look around his room. Noah's bedroom is spacious but minimalistic, with dark wooden furniture and deep gray walls that give it a sophisticated feel. A bookshelf stands neatly stocked near a leather armchair by the window, where thick curtains drape to block out the city lights. Everything is in perfect order, reflecting his disciplined nature. A faint knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. I frown, standing up and making my way over, careful not to make too much noise as I crack it open.

I went downstairs for water, moving by memory past the framed photos and the banister that still creaked on the third step from the bottom. The kitchen was not empty. Noah stood at the counter in the same T-shirt and sweatpants, a glass of water in his hand, the under-cabinet lights throwing a low gold wash across the space. He looked up when I appeared in the doorway. No surprise. Almost like he had been waiting. “Couldn’t sleep either,” he said. “Guest bed is unfamiliar.” “Yeah.” He nodded toward the cabinet near the fridge. “Glasses are still in the same place.”

He deserves to be a kid. “This one!” He says, pointing to the master bedroom. I chuckle and nod, walking inside the bedroom. Noah throws back the sheets of the bed and kicks his shoes off, hopping inside. I place Ella in the middle of the bed with Evan to the left since Noah lays on the right. I take off their shoes and jackets, pulling the covers over them. I turn to walk away but Noah grabs my hand, pulling me back to him. I crouch beside the bed and look down at him, brushing his hair out of his face.