Read After Your Bedtime Books Novels & Stories

I run a hand through my hair and exhale, time to switch roles, no CEO, just Dad mode Getting Daren ready for bed becomes the one stable, predictable part of my Sundays bath, brush, change, he chatters at first half-formed sentences about games, friends, something about cake and a balloon that popped too loudly but halfway through brushing his teeth, his energy dips sharply. By the time he’s in bed, he’s already fighting sleep. “Story?” he mumbles, his voice thick with exhaustion. “Of course,” I reply, grabbing the book from the nightstand. The Bad Wolf. I barely get through the first paged his eyes are already closing, blinking slower and slower until they don’t open again, I stop reading, I

It was the book Alice usually read before going to bed. He looked up, put the book down, and said, “This a fantastic book. Alice, you have excellent taste.” “No, it is not what you think it is. Every time I read this book, I fall asleep very quickly. In a way, it’s my sleeping pills.” Alice responded. She then folded her arms and turned to face Zayden. She added, “Come on, I think you should go back to Adrian’s bedroom instead of checking what I am reading before I go to bed. Otherwise, you will have to sleep in Max’s bed again.”

She smiled awkwardly and shook her head. "Mommy is fine, don't worry. Are you going to read a book before bed? Do you want Mommy to read it?" Audrey offered. The twins cheered and gave the book they had chosen to Audrey then climbed into bed. Audrey positioned herself between the two children and started reading fairy tales from the story book. In less than ten minutes, Thiery was snoring softly and was soon followed by Tristan. Audrey smiled and closed the book. She straightened the twins' blankets, then kissed both of their foreheads for a long time, before leaving the room.

I said softly, stroking his head. He nodded and ran to his room. I followed behind him, just like I used to. Got his pajamas, helped him brush his teeth, wiped his little hands with a towel—our old nightly routine. “Mommy, read me a story,” he said, climbing into bed and pulling the blanket up to his chest. I smiled and picked one of his favorite storybooks from the shelf titled The Rabbit’s Adventure in the Mushroom Forest. I sat beside him, reading slowly, my voice almost a whisper. Noah looked at me with half-closed eyes, still fighting off sleep.

I picked him off the floor and walked us to the bedroom. "Can't I stay up for five more minutes?" Adrian asked, his beautiful jade eyes shimmering in the glow of his Power Ranger night light. "No, baby, you have school tomorrow," I told him, getting into the bed beside him. "How about a bedtime story?" "Yes!" he squealed excitedly. I chuckled and brought out my phone. After a few pages of the children's book I'd saved on my Kindle, Adrian was fast asleep. Plugging my phone in, I settled beside him, stroking his dark hair away from his chubby face.

]* Bedtime. Not Alex’s room. Not ‘through.’ Our room. Big bed. Knight bed. Day 1 bed. Twins. Middle. Already asleep. Sand in hair. _HOME_ washed off. Still there. Alex. End of bed. Book. _Not_ shark. _Not_ court. _Not_ 11 seconds. _The House That Was Just Home._ Susan wrote it. Last night. 4 AM. “Therapy,” she said. Illustrated it. Stick figures. Us. Bear. No bad men.

"Mama. Dada. Luna sleep?" "It's 7 PM, baby. Way past your bedtime." "Story first?" "Always story first." We followed her to her room—no longer a nursery, now a full toddler room with a big girl bed she'd recently transitioned to. "Which book tonight?" Alexander asked. "ALL books!" "We're not reading all the books. Pick three." "Five!" "Three." "Four!" "Deal. Four books." She selected them carefully. "Hungry Caterpillar. Wild Things. Good Night Moon. And... this one!"

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

Finally, after she was done and I was dressed in a onesie and diaper ready for bed, I didn't want to sleep, daddy would always read to me before bedtime. "Why are you fighting me Ella?" she asks me. "Daddy read for me" I replied, I wanted to stay up and wait for him to make it home and read for me. "How about I read for you baby?" she asks. "Nu-uh, daddy!" I say with a big pout, I'm not sleeping without daddy. "Ella, you can't stay up baby, you need to sleep" she tell me giving me a hug and pulling me into her lap.

I guided him into my rooms and changed him into his night time clothes. “Can you read to me, mama?” he asked, and I smiled with a nod. He opened the nightstand cabinet to pick from the row of children’s books I read to him each night. He chose a fairytale one about a prince and a princess. As I read to him the story about the prince saving the princess, something seemed to resonate on his face. When the story was over, and I flipped to the last page about the prince and the princess moving into the beautiful palace to live happily ever, he looked up at me with a grin.