Pacifier Book Novels & Stories

“I don’t think so. Why, are there some strange books in there?” He shrugged and pulled them out of the bag, flipping them over to read the titles to you. “Well, there’s this one, ‘A Guide to Parenthood: Everything you need to know about being a new parent’, and this one, ‘1001 Games to Play With Your Baby’.” He held them up for you to see, giving you a confused look. You smiled nervously, fidgeting lightly in your seat. “Um, nope, no, those are, uh, those are for you- for us actually I guess.”

Everything she could get her little hands on would find its way in her mouth. Late in the afternoon, it wasn't for a short time she whined she kept going as she rubbed her cheeks furiously. "What do you think is wrong honey?" I asked James. "Hmmm, I don't know. I think I'll get the book." He mused. Of course, he would get the book. It was a book about babies, from the day they were born until they turned one year old. It was like his bible for everything concerning our baby girl.

he said, as if this required explanation. “I can see that," I said. “The rhythmic patting is supposed to help," he said. "The book was specific about this." “Which book?" I said. “The third one," he said. "The developmental one. Chapter six." I stood in the doorway of the nursery at three in the morning looking at my husband patting our daughter's back while reading a geological survey, and I thought that if the version of me on a hospital ceiling fifteen years ago in a previous life could have seen this moment I would not have believed it.

Fair. Apparently being a baby wasn't a valid excuse. Reasonable honestly. Several minutes later she disappeared. God. Then returned carrying an alphabet book. Fair. A very large alphabet book. Reasonable. The kind usually intended for children who could sit upright. God. Not babies who occasionally sneezed at random. Fair. Then Lily sat directly in front of Peanut. Reasonable. Opened the book. God. And school began. Fair. "A." Reasonable. Peanut stared. God.

I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. "Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner. "What is it?" "It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though."

I say picking her back again into my arms she giggled finding out there's no bath time, she still yawned sleepily. "It's bed time, how about I read you a story" I suggested giving her one more push to regress, she was happy about that. I got her the three piggies story book and began to read it, making the voices, huffing and puffing making her hide behind Zorro sometimes and giggling other times.

I just wasn't sure Layla was up to it. By the time I got back to the two women, Alessandro was jabbering and kicking his feet on Becca's bed, happy as a clam. Layla had gotten out a small board book, "Pat the Bunny," and was reading it to Alessandro and he kept bringing his little hands up to touch the different sensory elements inside the book. "I… didn't know they still made that book," I said aloud. Becca rounded on me. "Really? REALLY?! That's all you have to say?!"

Just waking up, her voice carried a lazy softness, tinged with gentle sweetness. Leon was still holding the book. He sat down on the sofa and casually placed it on the coffee table. Angela sat up and leaned against the armrest. Leon naturally lifted the blanket from her legs and rested her legs across his own. His fingertips kneaded the soft flesh of her legs, the pressure just right. Angela closed her eyes in comfort. When she opened them again, her eyes fell on “A Complete Guide to Pregnancy” book lying on the coffee table. Afraid Leon might misunderstand, she explained on her own initiative, “I bought that to give to Rachel and Tim. They’re having a baby.”

I whispered. Later that afternoon, as I was folding laundry, a package arrived. Richard brought it into the living room, holding it up like it was some kind of prize. “Looks like it’s for you,” he said, setting it on the coffee table. I frowned, wiping my hands on my jeans before sitting down to open it. Inside was a glossy baby care book with an intimidatingly long title: How to Be the Perfect Parent: A Comprehensive Guide to Raising Happy, Healthy Children. The note tucked inside was what gave it away. It was from Marina.

“Since you want him to lose it all, take some more valuable stuff. “Coming here, we don’t have to pay.” Sally nodded. “Mhm!” However, what exactly was valuable? Sally did not know either. After going around the supermarket for a long while, pushing Elijah, she bought a smart footbath and massager for Grandma, a phone for her uncle and aunt respectively, as well as many healthcare products. Finally, in the textbooks section, for her uncle’s twins—Billy and Bobby—she bought… two complete sets of Five Years of Senior-Year Exam Modules.