Romans & histoires Romantic Bed Time Stories

Uneducated he is, they all are] Auther has finally arrived his hands red as if he fell off a cliff but it's dark out probably 9 o'clock James won't see a difference. Those snores from the other rooms tend to lessen, oh good kids, sleep is medicine for the mind is an adventurous place, you all can be Cinderella's for all we know, if only they knew who Cinderella was. No television here just grandma's storytelling during those campfire nights. Stories that would always start with "once upon a time there was a rabbit". But she sure got their smiles on. ^Auther is that you?^🍃

The small pout made Richard chuckle as he ruffled the youngest pup’s hair and held his hand to get his teeth brushed. Nine was their curfew, and the three pups were tucked into their cots by Richard, who decided to tell them a story from long ago before they slept. It was only during bedtime that all three pups became docile. They loved hearing stories about the ancient wolves that Richard told compared to the glorious battles Ambrose liked to tell. The stories about meeting someone’s fated mate and falling in love with a human Luna often brought smiles to the pup’s face. The idea of having a mother weighed heavily on their minds, even if they didn’t express it outwardly.

Scarlett, “???” “Last night, she tucked me into bed, and I cuddled with her too,” Liam happily shared. “Really? Did she tell you a story at night too?” Charlotte asked. Liam frowned. He sighed and said, “Oh, I forgot about that. My Beauty and I will choose a book later for our bedtime story. It must be really nice.” Scarlett, “...” “It is! My mommy and I also drink milk and eat cookies before going to bed too,” Charlotte narrated.

I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’s face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. “The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!” I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf’s rand adventure. Mike listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

Ronald said in a tired voice which earned a chuckle from Raina. As usual, They were tucking the girls to bed and Ronald was reading their bedtime story to them. He sat on the edge of the bed while Raina was in the middle of the girls' bed, her head against the headboard. Adrie and Alexa cuddled Raina with their tiny arms wrapped protectively around her five-month-old bump. Ronald was frustrated because they refused to fall asleep after reading three bedtime stories to them. "We want to spend more time with Jayden." Alexa pouted as she cuddled Raina's bump the more.

Leo said. "Hey, why are you surprised? People our age do need stories like that. Don't tell me this is your first time hearing such a story," Alana guessed, making Leo burst into laughter again. "What kind of story was that? It sounded like an erotic tale in my ears," Leo said, causing Alana to smirk. "For me, it's a bedtime story suitable for our age. Haven't you ever tried it? You can fall asleep soundly after being pampered with such stories," Alana asked, making Leo shake his head.

The colors had spilled across the ceiling and walls, transforming my plain room into something magical. She'd sat on the edge of my bed and read to me. Her voice soft and steady, the lamp casting colored shadows across the pages of whatever book we were reading. Sometimes fairy tales. Sometimes stories about animals. Sometimes books she made up on the spot when I didn't like the ones we had. I'd fall asleep listening to her voice. The words would blur together, her tone dropping lower and softer until I couldn't tell where the story ended and dreams began. Those were good nights.

A safe space for the little ones to move freely. Bedtime stories became a cherished tradition, with Liam’s deep voice weaving tales that transported the children to magical realms. Davi, with his gentle lullabies, lulled the mischievous trio into a peaceful slumber. As the house settled into quietude, Liam and Davi would steal moments to reflect on the beautiful chaos that defined their lives and also to steal intimate moments that belonged only to them.

It hit harder than anything else that day. “It’s too big,” he added, softer now. I glanced at the clock. Too late. Too early. Too much already waiting. And still— “Okay,” I said before I could stop myself. I slipped into the bed beside him, pulling him close. “I’m here.” He relaxed almost instantly. “Story?” he mumbled. I reached for the book, though I didn’t follow the words on the page. “Once upon a time,” I began softly, “there was a knight who lived in a glass fortress. And she had something precious—something the wolves wanted to take.”

That I also used that spoon just moments ago? My face heated up, and I avoided his gaze. “I'm going to the bathroom.” I quickly tell him and then I run out of the room, so as to not make a fool of myself again.. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ That night, before I left, Sophia and Franklin asked me to tell them a bedtime story. Even though I had experiences in putting Xavier and Clayton to sleep, I only knew of the story of the three little pigs and of course Cinderella but my boys weren't ever interested in that second one.