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She buried her head into her hands and sobbed. “Mummy can you give auntie a hug?” Sean asked his mother. “She is very sad.” Natasha turned to look at Luyando’s desperate state. “Sean, why don’t you and I go out and take a look at the beautiful orchard behind the house?” Tulani took his son’s hand and led him out of the room. “What is an orchard dad?” Sean asked. “It is a garden of fruits son.” “Woooow. Are there apples there?” the four year old asked excitedly.

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Cause why could I not ever stay mad at either of them? I brought him forward and made him look into my eyes, "Promise me, no more lying." "No more lying." He repeated. "Good, now finish your homework." They went back to it and I waited till they finished so we could do a quick prayer while I tucked them in for the night with a bedtime bible story. The story of David and Goliath was always their favorite. They made me act it out every time and would laugh until their bellies ached as I described Goliath in the most ridiculous way ever. The forced gruff voice I used, made it even more hilarious for them. When they fell asleep, I let out a sigh of relief, planting kisses on their foreheads whil

I smile hoping if I repeat that Asher and all of those men that were fighting to keep us safe would deal with those people, none of us would need to worry. “But how do we not worry?” Another asks me standing up and walking into the middle of the room, all of them still in their pyjamas, this telling me they all must have been tucked up in bed when all of this started. “There are many things we can do to stop the scared feelings, I know a story that my mummy told me when I was younger to stop me worrying about monsters, would you like me to tell you it too?” I ask looking at all of them which did peak their interests, a few begin to walk over and sit in front of me to listen, after a little w

"What story would you like to hear today?" Garret seemed to ponder for a moment before answering, "About Pinocchio?" Lyyana nodded and smiled. Lyyana then began to read a bedtime story from the book of 1001 bedtime stories. Lyyana was very good at reading stories; she played with her voice and tone, making Garret look so enthusiastic listening to the story she brought. Occasionally, Lyyana's storytelling was interrupted by Garret's questions. Without Lyyana realizing it, a man was recording Lyyana's activities and sending it to their superior.

"I didn't cry oceans." "H-y-p-e-r-b-o-l-e, hyperbole." Ethan fumed, while Sydney smiled at them. "So, Kelly-" Ethan got up. "Mum, I'm going to bed." "We'll all go together, sit." Emily narrated the rest of the story, Sydney laughed when Ethan kept complaining she exaggerated it. After dinner, Sydney took them to their room. She read Emily's favorite bedtime story, Goldy Locks and the Three Bears. Sydney was about to leave the room when Emily whined. "Mommy I'm cold." Her eyes were closed, and a thumb was in her mouth.

She chose herself. That night, after Lila came home from her grandparents house, Elena helped her into pajamas, combed through her damp hair, and read Goodnight Moon for what felt like the hundredth time. Lila snuggled close, her little fingers playing with the collar of Elena’s shirt as her eyes fluttered sleepily. But then Lila’s voice, soft and sweet, broke the silence. “Mommy?” “Mm?” “Can you tell me the hummingbird story again?”

It was happening. The next storyteller had arrived. Later that day, Hope and Ayden arrived with the twins for lunch. Ethan and Liana flew in from New York just in time for dessert. They all sat on the back deck, three generations deep, as Grace read the first page of her story aloud. “The flame was not like fire. It didn’t burn. It glowed. And everywhere she walked, people stopped and said, ‘Who gave you the sun?’” There was a pause. And then, applause. Genuine, gentle, awestruck.

She sighs dramatically, clears her throat, and starts belting out some off-key rendition of Beyoncé’s “Halo.” “Stop, stop,” I giggle. “You suck.” “Told ya,” she grins. “Then dance.” She raises an eyebrow. “Even worse.” I smile, and for the first time all day, it actually feels real. She leans back against the headboard, glancing at the stack of books on the nightstand. “Okay then. Story time?” I nod. She grabs one—it’s some old fairy tale anthology—and starts reading in this exaggerated British accent that has me chuckling under my breath. Her voice is soft. I let her words wash over me as I lie there, blinking slowly, my lashes heavy.

Hearing his words, Kaeden shrunk back, ‘So that’s why you always shove your tongue in my mouth! * After school, like any other day, Kaeden went about his Omega duties after training, taking overlooking after the packs’ toddlers. A bamboo mat was laid out on the lawn, covered with a peach and brown blanket, which Kaeden and the children sat on. “Alright babies, let’s do Humpty Dumpty together then I’ll tell you a story… one, two, Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, all the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men, couldn’t put Humpty together again.”