Novel & Cerita Precious Little Sleep Audiobook Extras

I didn’t hear him come in at first. The house was quiet after midnight, the kind of quiet that presses against your ears. Moonlight sliced through the half-open blinds in my bedroom, painting silver stripes across the sheets. I’d fallen asleep in nothing but the cream satin slip from the new haul—the one with the lace-trimmed hem that barely skimmed the tops of my thighs, thin straps always slipping off my shoulders. I’d worn it hoping he’d notice. Hoping he’d come.

The sudden darkness in the small bedroom felt heavy. I had packed four books for this trip. Four heavy, literary novels. I had a meticulous reading schedule mapped out in my notebook. I had even curated a playlist specifically designed for reading near water. Uncle David had a lot to answer for.. When sleep had refused to come to my eyes I carefully slid out from under the sheet. I heard a disturbing, weak sound in the mattress that made my heart stopped. I took a deep breath, then waited for the slow rhythmic breathing of baby max, across the hall to tell me that nothing had been disturbed.

It dawned on me, as I paced around the quiet room with Lexi, that I perhaps I could use my sleeplessness for something productive and join my wife in her project of reading some of these parenting books… I selected one of the books – a large hardbound one that I’d be able to set down flat, since I only had one hand – and brought it over to Fi’s desk. I sat there, angling Lexi into the crook of my elbow. Admiring the tidy workspace, I tugged a gold chain to turn on the dim, caned glass desktop lamp. The book was, according to the cover, about raising gifted children. I noticed right away that there were several different spots bookmarked with small, lilac-colored sticky notes.

“But our flashlights will certainly budged against the darkness. I couldn't found the switches either” “Let me use my fire.” Sebastian raised his hand. Within few seconds a considerable light had made their task a little convenient. They furthered their steps. “I can hear it.” Sebastian halted from walking. He closed his eyes in an attempt to focus his senses on the noise his ears had caught. Both Leo and Alpha Lachlan patiently waited for him to say more. “I can hear a child voice, weeping—” He suddenly stopped speaking. He can hear more than cries. There is a variety of noises that he can hear. “A kid is crying, some are laughing. I think they are having fun playing to. They're giggling.”

They glowed soft, warm, turning the cold granite countertops into something almost romantic, casting tiny flecks of amber across every surface like scattered stars. The house was finally quiet. Lila had been asleep for a little over an hour—she’d fought bedtime with the full dramatic flair of a seven-year-old, delivering a tearful monologue about needing “just one more chapter” of her fantasy book, complete with hand gestures and tragic sighs. We’d caved for fifteen extra minutes before Dante carried her upstairs, kissed her forehead, and turned out her lamp. The dogs were curled in their beds in the living room, soft snores mixing with the low hum of the fridge.

Elisa cooed. Audre pouted but allowed Elisa to carry her to the bedroom. Elisa's apartment was small with one bedroom, so she had to let Elisa sleep in her room. God knows she could never afford to have a baby room with her paycheck! Elisa read Audre her favorite bedtime story. It was the same story she had read a hundred times before, but Audre insisted she couldn't fall asleep without it. Elisa sat on the bed and watched her daughter fall asleep, which made her envious. She could never fall asleep this fast.

"No wonder you excel in our Beasticology class. Now I know the secret how you could answer all of Professor Morgan's question with so much ease. As it turned out, you were already studying the book ahead of everyone." Niccoli could not help but exclaimed in astonishment. Such feat was already something amazing for him because he never imagined himself being studious to that extent. On the flip side, hearing someone singing her praises, Audrey was starting to feel quite uncomfortable so she tried to humble herself by insinuating that it was just pure coincidence. "Come on, it's not like I am doing it on purpose. Believe me, I only read a book whenever I can't sleep." She insinuated bashfull

“Well, he . . . can’t sleep sometimes and a soothing voice reading to him helps him relax. He didn’t want you or Dax to know. It was our little secret – until recently.” Ray scoffed with amusement. “I can get him a subscription to an audible book app so he won’t be rustling you out of bed in the middle of the night to do it.” “According to him, it’s not the same. I think he finds my voice soothing. And I don’t mind. It makes me feel . . .” “Feel?” She shied away some. “Needed.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “You are needed here, Ava. Very much.”

That, and the gentle, impossibly soft breaths of our daughter, a tiny symphony of new life. Lyra lay nestled in a small, exquisitely carved cradle beside our grand bed, a delicate masterpiece of dark wood and soft, organic cotton. Her tiny chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath, a perfect rhythm that seemed to orchestrate the entire room. Her little fingers, miniature and perfect, twitched in her sleep, curled instinctively around the edge of a pale blanket, hand-stitched with intricate patterns of golden thread that shimmered faintly in the dim light.

I muttered, stifling a yawn. “You have read the book, haven’t you,” he said. “Yes, but I don’t think I saw these angles that you are pointing out now,” I muttered. He continued, his voice filled with the same enthusiasm that I had heard earlier. I placed my phone by the corner of the pillow, as I closed my eyes, listening to his talk. I wasn’t a fan of lullabies, but I knew that if there was a way, I would bottle up his voice just to play them whenever I needed to sleep.