Pacifier Book Novels & Stories

I tell Blair. "Yes, boss," Blair says. "Boss, we can intrduce pacifiers if you want, big babies love those as well and she tends to put her hand in her mouth all the time," Nicholas says. "She won't like that much," I say knowing well that she's going to be more cautious using something more public, the pull-ups she uses those since she need them and no one could see, but a pacifier she'll be more careful. "She'll get used to it boss, but if you want her to slip more, you're gonna have to include more little items," Lilith says.

Everyone always tried to limit her by sending bodyguards to her. The only thing she needed to do was ignore them—just like she always tried to do. Her feet stepped down the aisle of bookshelves one by one. The smell of new pages made her feel at ease—calm and pleasant that she intended to linger there. Usually, she prefers to buy fiction books with the theme of love stories because she likes to spend time reading romance books. However, she passed through the hall this time without intending to find a book there. Her hand reached out and took a book with a pink cover entitled; Pregnancy and How to Deal with It through the first three months.

It doesn’t take long before he returns, grinning like he just found the key to all of my suffering. A stack of books drops onto the table. I glance at them, unimpressed. Parenting books. Rook plops into the seat across from me, flipping one open immediately. He’s not even subtle about holding them up so the cameras outside can see. “‘Bonding With Baby: How to Ensure a Strong Attachment in the First Year,’” he reads, resting his elbow on the table. “Sounds like something you should brush up on, Mercer.” I don’t react, watching as Harlow slowly finishes her bottle. “I think I’m doing fine.”

I smiled as he nodded again, his brown hair bouncing around as he leaned in a little closer. I opened the book and started flipping through the pages, looking for a good story or myth to read to him. I paused for a moment at the title page that read ‘The All Mother and the Sacred Four’, tilting the book towards Calix. He smiled and scooted closer, nodding again as I turned the final page and cleared my throat.

He was really afraid that if he let go of her hand, she would run away. Mia nodded, she obediently stood beside him, waiting. Peter picked up a large volume of books and stood in front of her: "Give me this." Mia couldn't hide her curious eyes: "This is..." Peter carried the book and looked around for her car, Mia could only follow. He lifted his chin: "Open the car door and leave." He put one of those booklets in the back seat of her car: “This is the first gift I gave you. It's also just a "WE" series, so please don't criticize it."

she’d said, “and people teasing Alex into shape.” Beatrice had made lasagna. Rachel brought fancy lemonade. Raymond grilled Alex all dinner like a dad doing a background check. It was hilarious. “So, have you read any parenting books yet?” Raymond asked between bites. “I’ve bookmarked twelve,” Alex replied. “Actually read them?” “…define ‘read,’” he said, earning himself a playful smack from me. Rachel offered some advice on navigating baby stores. “It’s all a scam. Just don’t fall for anything that says ‘multi-stage growth system.’ That’s code for ‘$800 stroller you don’t need.’”

─𖤝─ Rino ─𖤝─ Valeria was curled up next to me on the couch, a soft blanket draped over her legs, flipping through some thick parenting book with pastel-colored pages and a smiling cartoon baby on the cover. I had my arm thrown over the back of the couch, half reading over her shoulder, half pretending not to care. “Talk softly to your baby,” she read, trying not to laugh. “Gentle tones help them feel safe and secure.” I snorted, grabbing the book from her and skimming the page. “Yeah, sure. My old man never talked softly to anyone, and look how I turned out.”

In a cozy room filled with colorful toys and books, Theo, a curious and energetic 3-year-old, sat on the floor surrounded by his favorite stuffed animals. His nanny, Hazel, a kind and patient young woman, sat beside him with a book in her hands, ready to embark on a magical storytelling journey. Hazel: "Are you ready for a story, Theo?" Theo: "Yes, Hazel! Story, story!" Hazel smiled warmly and began to read from the book, her voice gentle and soothing as she brought the words to life.

Carrie smiled, picking up a book next. " "Baby, Owner's Manual" “ I read the title aloud " what is it?” " It's instructions on how to take care of your baby, Sam," Charlie clarified. " And you think I'm going to need this? " I rolled my eyes. It's not like I need to take a baby care course, right? People have kids and don't know what to do all the time and they are fine! " I think it's always good to have some help," Elle insisted.

All that noise would cause more attention, and I hurried with the buckles and straps to get her out and shut her up. I had zero instincts with an infant. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing, but I hoped to quiet her right now. Before I could get her out and hold her, assuming that would help, I felt a rubbery piece of a circle. What's this? A pacifier? Something like it. I slipped it toward the baby's mouth, and she closed her trembling lips around it. Her green eyes were wide open and glossy as she stared at me with a pout. Fuck me. It was a punch to the gut, seeing Emily's innocent face so scared, her tear-streaked cheeks.