Short Bedtime Stories About Love Novels & Stories

He seemed just woken up. I stood up and lifted him. I slowly rocked him, put his head between my neck. "Not yet, Baby. Go to sleep again." "I can't, Mommy. I miss Daddy's bedtime stories." He murmured. "I'll just tell you a story." I sighed. "What bedtime story do you want?" "It's about the King and Queen. The King left his Queen in the war so the enemy got the Queen." What the hell. "Baby, why-" I stopped speaking when the door opened. He was surprised to see us. Reid dropped from my grasp and ran towards Wright.

I spent the next half-hour weaving a silly, magical story about a brave knight with a shield made of silver and his loyal queen who protected the kingdom of the glass mountains. Jim hung on every single word, occasionally interrupting to ask if the wolves ate pancakes or flew through the air. By the time the story ended, Jim’s eyelids were drooping heavily, and his yawns were coming one right after another. "Alright, little knight, time for bed," I whispered, picking him up in my arms. He buried his face sleepily against my shoulder, barely stirring as I carried him inside and tucked him into the cozy wooden bunk bed in the back room, leaving a small nightlight glowing in the corner.

Even if you're just explaining how a door knob works, they'll love it because it’s you. I tighten my arms around him, pulling him so close there is no space left between us. It is hard to believe that last Christmas was our first one together, and now, we are just months away from the end of March. In less than one hundred days, those bedtime stories won't be sent through a phone anymore. They will be whispered directly to a tiny, breathing miracle cradled in our arms. Ashton sighs contentedly, closing his eyes as I gently stroke his hair.

At this point, I could not stand being married to him anymore. Ava got up and cupped my hand in her tiny palms. “Mommy, I’ll take you to bed to get some sleep. The teachers at kindergarten always tell me that you should get some sleep if you're tired!" I felt much better when I noted how loving Ava was. With that, we went to bed. I covered us with a blanket and laid side by side. I read bedtime stories to her—something I would never run out of to tell her. At some point in the night, the rhythm of her breathing became faint and steady.

The story about how a prince fell in love with the princess of the neighbouring country only to find out that she was in love with another prince. The story was filled with the yearning and love the prince had for the princess and how they eventually united despite being separated from each other. The kids’ favourite part was where the prince met his princess in a faraway foreign country and travelled with her and finally mustered the courage to confess to the princess once again and they lived happily ever after. Both Chris jnr and Emm were fast asleep with a peaceful, radiant smile on their faces by the time Chris finished his narration. They kissed the babies goodnight before going back t

Just then, we heard little footsteps approaching and bringing our make out session to an abrupt end just in time to see Cassy standing by the door way with her stuff bunny in hand. I pushed back on my feet as I made to go to her while she stood there rubbing sleep away from her eyes. “I can’t sleep!” “Why can’t you sleep little pumpkin” Alex said, picking her up and into his arm. “mother forgot to tell us our bedtime story”. Alex fake a gasp as he stare back at me. Unlike her brothers, Cassy likes her bedtime stories and sometimes have a hard time sleeping if I don’t tell it to her. “How about I tell you that story pumpkin” Cassy gave a curt nod and he took her back to their room. While he c

I love her so much. “Shh, not tonight, Lev…Tonight, Mommy has a special task for you…But let me ask you something first: Do you love me?” “Mmhm”, I nodded my head. “And do you love your sister, brother, and Daddy, too?” she asked me. “I do, but I love Maree more than Meeran. She tells the best bedtime stories and always plays and cuddles with me. He is mean and bully, but I love him too,” I said.

A minute after reaching his climax, he fell onto the bed, exhausted. "I love you." After a moment, he whispered, burying his face in her shoulder. "I love you, Vivian." Vivian spent the rest of the day resting and feeling his heart pounding in her ears. They huddled together, listened to the noise of the waves outside, and then fell asleep without realizing it. ~~~~~ The next day, she sat on the floor folding the pajamas she'd forgotten last night while they made love. She still felt like everything was a foggy dream, she couldn't forget.

As she settled in beside him, Theo snuggled close, his small body seeking the warmth and comfort of her presence. "Mama Hazel, will you tell me a bedtime story?" Theo asked, his eyes filled with anticipation. Hazel smiled, her heart swelling with love for the sweet boy who had captured her heart. She began to weave a tale of magical adventures and brave heroes, her voice soft and soothing in the quiet of the night. As the story unfolded, Theo's eyelids grew heavy, his breathing slowing into the steady rhythm of sleep. Hazel watched over him, her hand resting on his back, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

Massimo murmured sweetly, opening the bedroom door “Now, what story do you want to hear before bed, honey?” “Uh… I don’t know…” Millicent seemed to fight back yet another yawn as Alice placed her in the middle of the gigantic bed, but she couldn’t “A story… Where the hero beats the bad guys…” her little eyes seemed to get even heavier as Alice and Massimo lay down next to her, surrounding her as if they were her crib “Like Daddy did today…” she yawned one last time, grabbing Massimo's arm as if it were her blanket and hiding her face in Alice's chest, until her body was completely relaxed, totally disconnected. “Sleep well, honey. Mommy and Daddy will be here with you.” Alice murmured, runni