Precious Little Sleep Audiobook Extras Novels & Stories

Perfect I quietly get out of bed and scurry over to the nursery, where I find my little Aaron still sleeping peacefully. I walk closer to the crib and bend down, getting a closer look at his perfectness. He's making little sounds that aren't snores, but are close enough to consider it so. I smile softly down at him as he squirms in his light, yellow swaddling blanket. Wait. Why am I even in here? I'm exhausted and I have a chance at sleep, but I'm ruining it by staring at the cutest baby to probably ever exist! God, I just want to pick him up and kiss his little face.

She took a big breath and stared at the ceiling. Shaking her head. She climbed out while turning off the shower. Wrapping the towel around her. Making her way, out of the bathroom. Putting on more comfortable and loose clothes she sat on the bed. Taking out one of her favorite books, ‘The Cabinet of Curiosities (Prendergast, #3) Lincoln Child, Douglas Preston. She was currently on page fifty. It was just past eight. Tiredness stared to overtake her. Leaning back into her pillows she started to doze off. Her eyes started to close, and she fell asleep with her book in her hand.

But because of his exhaustion and curiosity of reading the book, he went to sleep only after he finished reading half of it as he put it again on his bedside table's drawer That night was the night that he barely have time to sleep considering sleeping at past midnight just by reading a book. There, inside his room he was peacefully sleeping with his messy silver hair all over his gorgeous pale face pointed nose, red thin lips, and perfect body. He sleeps in an unusual position but that doesn't matter to him, what matters is that he got to sleep comfortably. Even if it means holding his other foam and hugging them on one side like a baby-making him adorable to look at

Celeste I woke to the sound of Killian’s voice, low and steady, drifting in from the hallway. He was reading aloud. Not a contract. Not a financial report. He was reading Goodnight Moon to my belly. “…and a little toy house, and a young mouse, and a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush…” The words cracked on mush. He cleared his throat and kept going. I lay still, afraid to move, afraid to break the spell.

I sigh, “and very boring.” “Well, you better take a nice long nap when you get home, baby.” I chuckle, thinking he’s just messing with me, but then he lifts a brow, “What,” I ask, “You’re serious about the nap?” “I’m dead serious, Precious. I kept you up half the night pleasing that slutty pussy of yours, and then your mouth was a greedy girl early this morning. You haven’t gotten much sleep, and so I’m ordering you to take a nap.” It’s a good thing I have my earbuds in so the Uber driver can’t hear him, but the sub that he’s working with is in the background, and I can see her smirking. I should be horrified, but I’m actually getting turned on.

I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’s face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. “The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!” I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf’s rand adventure. Mike listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

It seems the little prince has stolen the heart of the hardened fox. When he’s content and burped, I place him in the little bassinet next to me and then lay back on the pillows behind me. Sighing, I can finally feel the exhaustion setting deep in my bones, and now all I want to do is sleep. So, I close my eyes and wait for sleep to take me; I’m sure Fenriz will understand.

I really struggle to get out the words and that wasn't my plan for this story. So for now (and until who knows when), Pretty Little Fears will be on an indefinite hold. I apologize once again and thank you for following this story up to this point. I can't thank y'all enough! CJ 💚

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.