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I said with a small laugh. The remaining nighttime was spent in bedtime routines and warm baths, in stories and toothbrushes. Mirabel insisted on one of Clinton’s old bedtime tales — something about a crocodile and a mango — and I fumbled my way through the story while they giggled under their covers. When they finally dozed off, I stayed a while longer in the hallway, just watching them sleep. Japheth curled toward the window. Jake, hugging his teddy. Mirabel, one leg dangling off the bed as if dreaming of her little bride walk.

She asked politely and I chuckled softly. "Are you a kid? Adults would want to be sent to bed after a goodnight sex!" I joked. "I just missed dad a lot and I want to hear one of the old stories he used to read for me." She replied and I understood her point after all, I've been in her shoes for the most of my life. "What stories do you like?" I asked softly. "Fairy tales would do." She replied. Since I didn't have any of such books at home, I brought out my phone and searched the internet for them. I let her select her choice before reading it to her.

“Would you tell me a story? My friend Dustin says his mom and dad tell him stories every night, but no one will tell me a story.” My heart melted hearing his request, and I smiled. “Of course, Liam. And you are in luck. I know so many stories.” I picked him up in my arms. “Really?” he said excitedly, burying his head in my neck, making me sigh in content. “Yay.” I tucked him into his bed. I began weaving a tale about a courageous knight who embarked on an epic adventure to save a kingdom from a fearsome dragon. Liam’s eyelids grew heavy as he listened to the tale, and soon he was fast asleep.

she said. "I want you to read this novel for me until I sleep. For the past one week, I had been finding it difficult to sleep and the doctor's aren't helping, "he said. "When I have this similar issue during my days as a young lad, my mom would read children's stories for me until I'm able to find my peace and sleep."

I nodded awkwardly and began munching away, forgetting about my dignity. Adrian rolled up the sleeves of his crisp navy blue shirt, revealing powerful well-muscles arms that moved with easy grace as he sat on the floor around the table with us. “Your friends look tired,” Adrian suggested, smiling as he reached for a book, “why don’t we read them a goodnight story so they can all go to bed?” Lily sighed dramatically, feigning tiredness as though she and her dolls had been at work all day. She yawned and then nodded, “good idea, daddy. Oh, oh, tell us the story of Peter the rabbit.”

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.

Out of the mouths of babes. "Time's up, sailors," I announced, reaching for the towels. "All hands on deck!" Getting them dried, dressed in pajamas, and settled for story time was its own special chaos. By the time I'd read "Goodnight Moon" (Alexander's choice) and "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" (Ethan's), both boys were finally yawning. "One more story," Ethan pleaded, his eyes already drooping. "Tomorrow," I promised, tucking the blanket around him. "It's late, and growing boys need sleep to get big and strong."

Then, I lay beside him once he was fully settled and comfortable. “Mommy, tell me a bedtime story,” “Now?” “Yes. It will help me sleep faster. Also, nobody has told me bedtime stories since you left…” ‘since I left to prison…’ I wanted to say it out loud but I didn’t. The tears I’d been holding accidentally fell out of my eye, and I sniffed discreetly. “Of course.” I cleared my throat and began. “Story, story, story time. There was a far, far away land, and a King ruled a nation known as Anthill, filled with so many people who called themselves Anthillians.”

‘Can I see my bedroom? She asked innocently and he nodded the room was adjoining his and she would not be sleeping in it for very long, in a couple of weeks she would turn seventeen and he was determined to seduce her. He showed her the pretty lilac and pale blue room pointing out the ensuite and his adjoining door, ‘Just in case you have nightmares I will be there to protect you’ He said pulling her into his arms ‘Its beautiful’

The night was cold, and I feared they would catch a cold, but they began to cry out loud on the road. People began to stare, so I had gotten them the ice cream. When they got home, I prepared for them a nice warm shower, and dressed them, making them ready for bed. “I'm craving a bedtime story, Mommy.” Nadia said, as I tucked them in. “I'll tell you one tomorrow. I'm exhausted, okay? What do you think about two bedtime stories tomorrow?” I asked, as a bribe. “Oh yeah! I want Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty.”