Past My Bedtime Novels & Stories

I looked over at Dax and he was staring at the tv like a robot programmed to watch the tv. I checked Kade and he was still awake. “Kade, it’s past your bedtime time to go to bed” I said , “mommy can I finish this cartoon first?” He said with a pleading tone, “No, it’s already past your bedtime honey, so you have to sleep now” I said sternly, I didn’t want him to grow up normalizing late sleeping. He got up and followed me upstairs. I knew I was still coming downstairs the moment he slept. I needed to watch a film, it’s been so long, ‘maybe I could watch it with Dax too’ I thought to myself with a smile, goodness knows why.

"I'm sorry, dear. Do you need the doctor to give you something to help you sleep? You've been having trouble for a while now." I nod wearily. "I guess I do." This past month has been a battle for every moment of rest, but last night was the worst it's ever been. Probably because I wish to go back to where it all began. "I'll have it sent up to your room later," Mom promises, and I manage a grateful smile. Silence descends, broken only by the clink of cutlery and the occasional murmur of conversation. I take a deep breath, steeling myself. It's now or never.

***Nate’s POV*** I was towel-drying my wet hair when I heard a knock on my door. My eyes narrowed, and I looked at the clock. It was already well past midnight. Alpha Jacob had a strict ten p.m. bedtime because he said he needed to get his beauty rest. That was his secret to living a long life, apparently. Smiling, I sighed and let the towel fall to my shoulders. Slipping on some sweats, I headed to the door when the knocking turned into a more incessant pounding.

I’ll wait just a little longer. Eleven p.m. is way past mom’s bedtime. She’s asleep against my father, who nodded off a half an hour ago. My sisters are as tipsy as spring grasses after drinking the full bottle of champagne and giggling. Noises strike up at the back of the house and the scent of applewood fills the air.

"Fine. I'll just defend you from him if he hurts you back." "On a serious note, stop entertaining negative thoughts. For now, enjoy the mollycoddle that your dad gives you. Let's relish his suffering." He giggled. "You're so mean." I winked. "Anyway, you need to go to sleep now. It's already past eight and you have classes tomorrow." I stood up and turned the lights off, leaving the lampshade as the only source of illumination in his room. "Goodnight." "You too. Sweet dream, Greyson."

He says and I bite my lip. "Oh yeah." I make a mental note in my head to make sure I create a personal project I can give to him. I just have to do make up something to cover up this big lie I just erected right now. I glance at my wrist watch and smile. "Oh look. It is past 9:00 p.m. I guess it's time for bed. I was just thinking of getting some sleep so I can wake up early tomorrow morning for school. " I say and he smiles.

He said my child-like excitement for silly things was cute. ... before I knew it, it was after 11 pm and time for bed. I didn’t want to go, and if it wasn't for the fact Andy had work in the morning and already said goodnight, I wouldn't have gone to bed either. I kept rereading his last message over and over again; Andy: Its bedtime, now be a good little girl and go to sleep. If you don’t, I won't be impressed. Goodnight princess. I loved that he had told me to go to bed in such a strict manner, and strangely, every time I read it, I felt more and more sleepy, like this order was actually making me feel tired.

They served as a reminder of the past whenever I tried to forget him. After dinner, I helped them freshen up before tucking them in bed. I bid them goodnight and pecked their cheeks before retiring to bed. I had a job interview the next day and needed to be physically and mentally prepared for it. Lack of sleep wouldn't help me. ***

I made smoothies for us, almost made for three. We got to bed, brushed our teeth, and lay down under the thick comforter of my bed, even though Mhadhads his bedroom and I tuned in to a channel of science fiction series for kids that he loved to watch, although he certainly never watched; somehow it accelerated sleep and it worked, at 22:00 hours, little Mark Malaver fell asleep. I settled in next to him and turned off the TV. When I went to put the remote control on the nightstand, I checked my cell phone.

And it doesn’t happen overnight. “I try to.” “Then try harder. You are destroying your present, living in the past.” She spoke extremely professionally and I couldn’t help but nod in agreement. We sat there chatting away about Caleb. T was more like I had to listen to her say everything about Caleb. After the long night, I decided to head home. It had been some days and now I was accustomed to sleeping alone, a little. Settling myself under the covers I scroll through my phone one last time, before shifting and pulling the covers up till my chin.