Pokemon Blanket Novels & Stories

When I did, I found a small collection of soft, fluffy fabrics in pastel shades. “Bratt,” I said. “Did you buy me pajamas?” He poked his head out the doorway, grinning brightly. “You’ve been staying over with some regularity,” he said. “I thought it’d be nice for you to have some comfy clothes here. Do you like them?” The particular set I was holding was pale blue and covered with stars and moons. They were so cute and, inexplicably, perfectly me. I would have picked them for myself had I seen them in a store.

Right on cue, Kenny returned, holding a large, gift-wrapped box with both hands and a smug grin on her face. “Alright,” she said, plopping it down on the coffee table with dramatic flair. “Time for your delayed wedding gift.” I raised an eyebrow. “Kenny, what is this?” “Open it and see,” she said, bouncing with excitement. I set my phone down and carefully tore the wrapping away. When I lifted the lid, I gasped. Inside was a hand-knit blanket… cream-colored, soft as clouds, and stitched with tiny patterns of moons and wolves along the edges. I ran my fingers over it, speechless.

--- “From your little idiot and the love of her life.” “Am I not the love of your life?” Thomas feigned a wronged expression. “You are.” Almera giggled as she pulled out the soft fur. Both of their faces had the same expression ‘Shock!’ ‘How could the little idiot afford this?’ A blanket of this size was indeed a very expensive… no less than 50 gold nuggets, sometimes it could also go as high as several hundreds due to the uniqueness of the material! “Did she make this herself?” Almera thought out loud as she ran her hands on the beautifully embroidered butterflies.

Ooh, one of those zero-gravity beds would be cool. The spare bed at Parker’s place was pretty good and Talia was pretty sure she was the only one to have ever slept on it, but this one had a zero-gravity setting. That would be amazing to sleep on. It came with not only a mattress protector and heating pad but not one but two bamboo pillows. It was an absolute bargain.

"For the twins. And for you." He began unpacking the bags with careful movements. The first item was a pair of impossibly small, hand-knitted blankets—one blue with silver threads, the other a soft grey. "These are from a small village in Switzerland," he explained, placing them on the bed for me to touch. "The silver threads are actually real silver, woven with cashmere. They say they bring protection to newborns." The blankets were exquisite, unlike anything I'd ever seen. "They're beautiful," I whispered, running my fingers over the delicate fabric.