Precious Little Sleep Audiobook Novels & Stories

I continue walking to the house caressing my belly and saw a shadow of a person walking near the house of Nana Mina, the light from the moon was enough for me to saw the person and it was Isaac the eldest son of Nana Aurora. I walk near him and smiled when his gaze turns to mine, he then smiled and walk closer to where I was standing. "Hey, it's three in the morning what are you doing outside, lady?"He jokingly questions me, I shake my head and sigh before answering. "I can't sleep," I said and look at him.

Hardin held June in his arms for almost five minutes until he realized she had fallen asleep and stopped crying. He lovingly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as he kissed her forehead. "I promise to protect you from any harm," he whispered, carrying her in his arms. He got up on his feet and laid her gently on the bed, covering her with the duvet. He smiled at her. She looked so beautiful when she was asleep. He could watch her this way without being tired.

“I’m fine, Royal.” “You’re not and instead of considering the fact you wouldn’t normally leave me to handle Precious on my own, I should have realized you were struggling and it’s why you couldn’t cope with her too.” He kissed her temple. “I’ve got you. I’m sorry. I should have known better.” “It’s fine.” “How is she sleeping so soundly?” she leaned sideways and looked at Precious. “Mom said she stayed up until midnight for the countdown, woke up at four screaming asking for you and then was up at six demanding to go to the beach. She’s exhausted.”

My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.

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.

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.

he asked when I finished the first story. I could hear the sleepiness in his voice. One more story and he would probably fall asleep. I didn’t know much about kids, but I figured a nice nap couldn’t hurt. “I would love to read another one,” I told him. I started reading again. I could feel his little head slumping against my arm. His breathing slowed. I finished the last paragraph and slowly closed the book. I waited to see if he moved or said a word. When he didn’t, I knew for certain he was asleep. I very carefully extracted myself from his bed, gently laying his head on a pillow. I found a small blanket on the foot of the bed and covered his little body with it.

Was it a game to see if I’d play? Sighing, I flip off the audiobook, pushing the dial back to the beginning because I wasn’t listening to a word that was spoken, and putting my storm sounds on full blast. What was left of the fruit was discarded on the floor next to the bed; a problem for tomorrow. Turning away from Elliot, I rubbed away the tears from the sides of my face, ignoring the discomfort of my damp pillow, and pulling up the thick layer of blankets to my chin. The sound of thunder vibrated from the nightstand, lulling me into a deep sleep.

Andrew opened the children's storybook and started reading. "A long time ago..." Andrew's voice was low, smooth, and magnetic, like a cello in the quiet night. Initially, Asher listened with wide curious eyes as his dad narrated the story, but as he listened, his eyelids began to grow heavy. By the time one book was finished, the baby had already fallen asleep. Sleeping babies were the cutest, with their round chubby faces, slightly pursed red lips, and long eyelashes covering their eyes. Their pure sleeping faces hinted faintly of their mothers.

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.