Pacifier Book Novels & Stories

I formed my claws behind my thigh. "Infants are healthy when they cry. It's your turn to feed him." Her response calmed my doubt. I looked at Danteleon and he's flushy again. I gave him a pacifier first. The woman slides sideward the bookshelf and behind it is a door designed like a giant book, she opens the door for me. "It's not safe for the babies outside. Think about your next move carefully while you're in a safe place."

I noticed the books the moment I entered the library. They occupied an entire shelf that had been empty days ago, their spines too new, too clean, too deliberately chosen to belong to the house’s original collection. Pale colors. Muted pastels. Whites softened with greys and blush tones meant to reassure rather than inform. Pregnancy. Birth. Motherhood. Infant development. Natural routines. Emotional bonding. Titles rounded at the edges, language designed to soothe instead of warn, to promise continuity instead of rupture.

“Together.” The sunlight streaming through the library windows had shifted to a mellow gold, catching dust motes in the air. We had been here since morning—surrounded by piles of parenting books, notebooks, and scattered sticky notes with phrases like feeding intervals and safe sleep positions. The smell of parchment and tea mixed with the faint floral scent of Seraphina’s hair. By afternoon, we were down to the last book on the stack—its title written in soft silver across the cover: From Pack Leader to Father: Transitioning with Grace.

And a stack of baby books. I blinked. “What is this?” “Operation: Calm the Hell Down,” he said, setting his phone down and walking toward me. “Doctor’s orders. Zero stress. So that means I feed you, distract you, and read to you until you fall asleep.” “Damian,” I murmured, hand to my chest. He grinned sheepishly. “I had Chris bought a few books. There’s one on high-risk pregnancies and another on baby names. Oh, and one called What to Expect When You’re Expecting to Lose Your Mind. Thought that one might be relatable.”

These books are for him, he reads these books to torcher me. “Pia, don’t eat this, it’s not good for the baby. It’s written in this book.” “ Pia, don’t walk like this. It’s not good for the baby. It’s written in this book.” Pia mimics him, Viren chuckled and said,”Let’s go, mom has already called me two times.” Then they walked toward the car. Viren was driving the car, while Pia was blabbering about going to the UK. Kiara asked, to join their conversation,”Pia, what do you want, girl or boy?”

I brought it into the apartment and looked inside. A package of pacifiers. Banana chips. Black licorice bites. Diaper cream. A Woman’s Guide to Self-Pleasure. I paused. A Woman’s Guide to Self-Pleasure. My stomach sank. Oh. No. Now I knew exactly why he’d chosen not to knock on the door. * * *

“I read about it in a book, and I thought it might work well because of your baby bump.” “What book was that?” I ask “The Kama Sutra for Pregnant People?” He laughs. “No, it was called, How to Make Love When Your Woman is Prego,” he explains. I wonder if he would mind sharing the book with the other Alphas. As far as I can tell, none of the Alphas seem to have a problem sharing, which works in my favor. Reece holds me close, and I feel sleepiness descending upon me. Any more, sleeping, eating, and having sex are about all I do. I wish my life was more exciting, especially since I know everything will change so drastically once the babies are born.

It got worse after lunch. I was sitting on the sofa with my feet up, Liam's instructions, he said it was non-negotiable and good for the baby. He had pointed at the sofa and said "feet up" and I had decided this was not a hill worth dying on when he appeared in the living room doorway holding a book. "What To Expect When You're Expecting." He had a pen. He also had highlighted sections. "Mr White." I stared at the book. "Where did you get that?"

I waited for a while before I tried to join her again, to check on her this morning, I had to focus and try my best to join her, it took me a few minutes before I found myself back in Rina's room. Still in bed, snoring softly, her thumb has found it's way toward her mouth, sucking on it, I wanted to push her thumb out, I know Nova sometimes use a pacifier, Lucifer takes good care of the little one, and her little needs. I think it's safe to say my baby would need one, I'll be happy to get her that and anything else she'd need, I'll spoil her, just once she becomes mine.

He tugged the blanket up over her lap, tucked it around her waist. “Better?” he asked, voice flat, like the question was routine. Tiana nodded once, throat tight. “Thank you.” He didn’t reply. He simply turned, walked to the dresser, and pulled out one of Pascal’s favorite books, the dinosaur fact book with the glossy T-Rex on the cover. He set it on the nightstand beside her. “He’ll want this one,” he said. “I’ll get you when he’s ready.” He headed for the door.