Reading Lap Pillow Novels & Stories

Liliana’s Point of View I moved slowly, my hand brushing against something firm beneath my cheek. Wait… a pillow shouldn’t be this hard. My eyes flew open—and I immediately froze. I was lying on someone’s lap. When I looked up, I saw the handsome face of our CEO. That’s when it hit me… I’d been using his lap as a pillow. And he was calmly reading through a stack of papers like this was completely normal. He noticed me staring and glanced down, his expression softening.

I nodded and walked away. I made good on my decision to bring the laptop stand to Alexa. I found the stand buried under a pile of old files. It was a sturdy, adjustable model—perfect for someone who needed to work from bed. I also grabbed a solid, slanting pillow that would help prop her head up without straining her neck. When I returned to Alexa’s ward, I found her trying to type on her laptop, the device perched precariously on her lap. She looked up as I approached, her eyes lighting up when she saw what I was carrying.

"I can hardly stand it." Leita nodded sympathetically. "I know, dear," she said. "But you don't have to suffer through it alone. We'll find ways to ease your pain and make you more comfortable." When they arrived at the room, Leita helped Danielle select a soft, supportive pregnancy pillow that would help relieve the pressure on her back. "This should make a big difference," she said, smiling encouragingly.

She picked up a new pillow and gently placed it on the bed—it looked soft and plush, the kind you’d sink right into. “I made this pillow myself the night I heard the Alpha was getting married. It’s a gift for Luna,” she said with a bright smile. “I knitted the cover with soft wool, filled it with lots of fluffy feathers, and added a bit of lavender and rose fragrance to help you sleep better.”

Deanna wondered to herself because the man had said he wanted to get something to help Deanna sleep more comfortably, but so far he hadn't shown up at all. “I brought this.” Deanna looked toward the door where Meazus was still standing there with a swan-shaped pillow. The pillow had a hole in the middle. “You can lie down here.” Meazus had seen a short video about a pregnant woman who found it very comfortable to sleep using such a pillow. So he would do the same for Deanna. “Let's try it.” Meazus helped Deanna lie down between the swan-shaped pillow, but it didn’t work. Deanna still felt uncomfortable.

The decorative pillow was already in place. Not the confident beige one from the penthouse—that one had stayed in Manhattan, presumably guarding Alexander's empty bed. This was a different pillow, longer and narrower, in a shade of blue that matched the curtains. It sat exactly in the center of the bed, placed with the geometric precision of someone who had measured the distance from each headboard post. Marcus's work, clearly. The man was a professional. Elijah walked to the bed and looked at the pillow. He touched it. The fabric was soft, some kind of linen, and the pillow itself had enough heft to serve its diplomatic purpose. A proper border. A line in the sand. Or the sheets, as the cas

The wife would be gone shopping for an hour or two then would come back with supper for us. I had this pillow that I liked sleeping on the floor with because it fit under my neck just right. It was one of those round long pillows that look like half of a hot dog, just bigger around. It was kind of old and worn but it was the one I always used when laying on the floor or couch.

Dylan told me and helped me eat. I finished the food and decided to take some rest. The food was better but I won't praise him for that. I went into my bedroom and saw a pregnancy pillow lying on the bed. "I got G shape pillow for you. It won't create pressure on your stomach. You can sleep on it relaxingly. Even if you accidentally sleep on your stomach." He said, as if he had read the catalogue of it almost a hundred times. "Thanks.." I said and went inside. I slept on that comfortable pillow. It was so soft and didn't bend my back. I loved it.

LYRA’S POV I was awake but I oddly felt too comfortable in my bed and wanted to sleep more, I snuggled into my pillow but froze. My pillow was hard, I tried to squeeze it, but it was not soft. Then, I felt it, my pillow was breathing. Pillows are not alive so why was mine breathing, and it was warm. Feeling that something was wrong, my eyes suddenly flew open and I blinked rapidly trying to adjust my vision to the light.

I shake my head at the fact I had to slide the box from the porch to the living room as it was too large for me to maneuver. “I bought you something,” Jackson states matter-of-factly. I try to decipher whether he is speaking to me or to Nya as he reaches into the large brown box to reveal its contents. He proudly holds a long, snake-like, stuffed object nearly as tall as he is. “It’s not much to look at like this. Follow me,” Jackson prompts, striding to my bedroom. He removes the protective plastic covering and displays the pillow on my bed, forming a capital C. “It’s a pregnancy body pillow,” he proudly announces. “The reviews claim it allows a pregnant woman to sleep more comfortably. Hop