Precious Little Sleep Audiobook Novels & Stories

I told myself a lot of things that sounded very reasonable if you didn’t poke them too hard. The crib camera on my phone blinked softly on the nightstand. I turned my head and watched the twins sleeping. Adrian had one fist curled, the other flung dramatically above a tiny head, like he was already protesting the world. Aurora lay curled on her side, lips parted, letting out the softest little snores, a faint puff of sound that made my chest ache because somehow, it felt like peace. My chest tightened. I swung my legs off the bed before I could think too much and padded toward the nursery.

63. Home This chapter is dedicated to TRISHA REYNOLDS. Thankyou for your support <3 Astrid's POV: "Little Dove, wake up; we have to leave now." Rafael's urgent voice pulled me from the depths of sleep. He shook me. "Let me sleep," I said as I put the comforter over my head and went back to sleep. Despite my fatigue from Rafael's voracious lovemaking, all I craved was more rest.

He huffs disappointedly and snatches my book from me. "What the hell?" I growl and try to grab my book back but he holds it far from my grasp. "You need to sleep. You're going insane, woman," he points out. "I think YOU'RE going insane," I whisper, apparently too loudly to myself as he goes to the bathroom. I hear him grumble then the shower come to life, him hopping in right away. Perfect I quietly get out of bed and scurry over to the nursery, where I find my little Aaron still sleeping peacefully.

She moves to get comfy in her sleep resulting in her laying down with her head in my lap and her legs against the Window and for the first time since we arrived here I finally feel calm. She shivers in her sleep, feeling her cheeks she feels cold so I grab the blanket that's folded on the floor and cover her over, she snuggles into the blanket and into me more causing Jonah to start relentlessly purring in my head. Once she's comfy I get myself settled and the last 24 hours suddenly hit me as I fall into a deep sleep with my girl by my side.

Luke joined us, kneeling and wrapping us both in his arms. “No monsters here, buddy,” Luke said, kissing his curls. “Only superheroes.” “I don’t want to sleep alone,” Eli mumbled. I exchanged a soft look with Luke, who only smiled and nodded. Then you won’t,” I said gently. We headed back to the bathroom, where I filled the tub a little more and slipped in with Eli resting against my chest, his breathing slowing as the warmth soothed him. Afterward, we all curled up in bed, Luke reading Eli’s favorite bedtime story; The Boy and the Silver Lion, a book Zephan had gifted him. Luke read out loud with that deep, calming voice our son loved so much. Eli nestled between us, eyelids drooping.

SABRINA When my phone rang the next morning, I wanted to throw it against the wall and go back to sleep. I was tired of phones interrupting perfect moments—like last night. My eyes snapped open at the thought of it. Beside me, he shifted, groaning as he yanked the pillow from beneath his head and smashed it over his ears to block out the noise. “Is that mine?” he mumbled, his voice groggy. “No, it’s mine,” I replied.

He mumbled under his breath while subconsciously digging his nails into the tiled floor. He finally understood that I wasn't being lazy on purpose. I also wasn't just playing dead or pretending to ignore him just to spite him. I really couldn't help myself. I had only suddenly collapsed during the exam today because of this sleep attack that was clearly written on this medical document. Dad suddenly rose to his feet and pulled open the bottom-most drawer in my desk, where a pair of compasses with dry blood stains and an old, worn diary were hidden in the furthermost corner.

“Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Benny who loved two things more than anything: his red toy truck and looking at the stars…” The words, soft and whimsical, soothed me almost as much as him. I needed this… this reminder of innocence, of the warmth I craved. By the time I closed the book and recited the last line, “And from that night on, Benny always whispered to the moon: ‘Sleep tight, Moon. I’ve got you,’”Nolan’s breathing has deepened. He was out. Smiling softly at the little sleeping prince before me, I set the book aside, turned off the lamp, and kissed his forehead before whispering. “Good night, baby.”

“Fair.” We went quiet. I hummed without deciding to—an old pack tune, wordless, the thing mothers use when colicky babies refuse math. She sighed once, a deep, good sound, and then sleep began to gather her up by the ankles and pull gently. Pierce flattened, finally content that his favorite person was within reach and smelling like us. I watched her go under with the stupid smile I hope no one else ever sees and then let myself follow, the night not something to fight anymore but a place to rest.

’ All these questions were flying around my head, when suddenly the loud howl was heard again sending shivers down my spine as this sounded different like an outside communication. Whilst I waited to see if there was any further howling, I glanced at the alarm clock, seeing that it said 3am I sighed inwardly as I know that I wouldn’t be able to sleep now due to all the unanswered questions going on in my head. Getting up from the window seat, I headed to my bookshelf to pick up my favourite book, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin, I switched on my lamp as I went past and got comfortable on the sofa to read until I had to get up ready for breakfast in a few hours as I knew I wouldn’t be able