Spanish Lullaby Novels & Stories

Barely above a breath. The Russian lullaby my mother sang to me when I was small and the world still felt safe. “Bayu-bayu, bayushki-bayu… Ne lozhisya na krayu… Pridet serenkiy volchok… On ukhvatit za bochok…” My voice cracks on the first line. I don’t care. I keep going. Soft. Steady. For both of them. The words are simple. Ancient. Full of protection and promise.

I closed my eyes concentrating on the sound. “ ‘Larie?” Ash questioned but I shushed him. “Hush little baby, Cuca is coming, Papa went to the fields, Mama went to work.” I completed the humming sound, recognizing the tune. “What in the damn world is that?” I whipped around on Ash’s voice, and the sight left me in a shock. “The ninth wonder of the world” I spoke in shock.

“Love~ I love you~” I winced as he sang while showering. Goodness. I don’t know if my headache is from the kids, or him. I feel like I just want to send them all back to Spain. “Love~” “¡CALLATE POR FAVOR! (SHUT UP PLEASE!)” THE END…

You said you wouldn't wait You said you wouldn't cry It's a very late night Oh, it's a very long goodbye Can we stay like this for a little longer Yes, even though this is a dream that will be forgotten Close your eyes I will put you to your last sleep My lullaby Baby sweet goodnight There won't be any scary dream Your long, never-ending days Please just let them go now Should I just hug you silently? The dream is almost ending already But I will let go of my heart And sing you the last song My lullaby Baby sweet good night There won't be any scary dream Your endless long sorrows Please just let them go now...

He scolded with the 'you-have-no-other-option' tone. “Fine, fine.” I rolled my eyes and accepted the plate from Charlotte, causing her face to lighten up with a grin. “Gracias, my baby body.” She patted my head, earning a 'what-the-heck' look from me. “Face it. It’s the truth. Eres mi dulce bebé y mamá te ha preparado un delicioso desayuno español. ¡Disfrutar! (You're my sweet baby boy and Mama has made a lovely Spanish breakfast for you. Enjoy it!)” She giggled, slightly pinching my cheeks.

“Having fun?” “Yes, Lulu created a new game. We’re calling it…” I zone out when I hear the name he calls her. It reminds me of the name Solis called me. Mi rey. "My king" in Spanish. For some reason, when she called me that, my heart skipped a beat. I won’t deny it. Her voice does strange things to my heart. I look at the smiling Lucy and frown a bit. Of course, I did a background check on the lady about to take care of my son. She was the housekeeper of the Virelli household. The Virellis.

"The moon told me that you're a liar, and a hater, and a cruel-cruel man, but I already know. You say you love me, but you show me hate. You hug me, and then you scream... And you kiss me, but all I feel is fear. So I found my freedom in your absence, and I sing myself a Lullaby-y-y... He dances with me in the moonlight, and smiles at me like a fairytale. I found my peace in your hatred. And I sing myself a Lullaby-y-y, one where fairytales are real, and dreams do come true. I sing a Lulla-Lullaby, and you would never know. A Lullaby of dreams, and hope, and smiles, one that you wouldn't know. And I found peace from my pain. And I found freedom in my dreams.

He only needed the simplest and most powerful thing in the world: to feel his father’s voice rocking him through the darkness. They laughed softly, exhaustion and love blending in their tired bodies. And as the early morning wrapped around them, peace returned to the house. That night, they learned that sometimes miracles arrive disguised as lullabies. Morning came clear, but the echo of the night before still lingered in the house. Ayden had been fussy, needy as Isabel would say, asking for arms, kisses, and lullabies. And not just any lullaby: his father’s. Sofía laughed, exhausted and moved, watching the baby calm only at the sound of Adrián’s deep voice—the same voice she had never heard

"On one condition..." —————— What do you think is Old Master Winter's condition? Something simple? Or, something hard? Do let me know. *** Abuela is the Spanish word for Grandmother, and Niño is the word for son. Forgive me but along the lines, there will be more Spanish words but, I promise to always indicate their meanings at the bottom of every chapter.

-=- Max ‘Sana’y di magmaliw ang dati kong araw Nang munti pang bata sa piling ni Nanay Nais kong maulit ang awit ni Inang mahal Awit nang pag-ibig habang ako’y nasa duyan’ ‘I hope that the days of old won’t fade away When I was a baby in my mother’s arms I wish to hear her song again A song filled with love as she rocks my cradle’ That song again, with that haunting melody. Max woke with a start, trying to chase the lyrics around his head, but he could not make tails or ends of it. It was in an unfamiliar language, something he was not familiar with. Though he knew it was something he remembered, like a distant memory from his childhood, of someone tucking him in bed. Was it a lullaby?