Teddy's Bed From Good Luck Charlie Novels & Stories

Even my mounted TV is on the floor, in the water! My heels splash as we move to the bedroom. It's even worse here. Every drawer has been emptied into the water. My clothes, Charlie’s tiny t-shirts, his Spiderman socks—all of it soaked and ruined. "Is my bed okay?" Charlie’s voice is small, hovering on the edge of tears. I move to touch the bed, and it is surprisingly dry. Thank goodness. At least Charlie can sit there while I clean up. I exhale. "Okay." I straighten up. "Charlie, are you hungry?"

Jimmy said and Charlie pulled his head back looking at his mate with a frown. He didn't want his growl to come off as adorable. It was supposed to be intimidating, and scary! Not adorable! Jimmy stopped as he walked toward the bed, confused at what he saw. "Um... Hun, where's the bedding?" Jimmy asked. Charlie paled, he forgot to go grab new bedding and make the bed before Jimmy returned. "I-I forgot to grab clean bedding," Charlie said nervously, his voice even quieter than it was a moment ago. "Oh, it's ok. I'll run down and grab it, I'll be right back," Jimmy said, pressing a kiss to Charlie's head before setting him down.

Thunder boomed a short distance away and Tux bolted back in the open door. “’Torm coming,” Little Charlie shouted. “You got that right, Buddy!” I said clapping my hands together. “Come here, Tiger.” The toddler bobbled along with Sydney bent forward holding his hands to help him keep his balance. I reached out, lifted him, and set him on my lap. “Say hello to Mr. Sam, Charlie.” Charlie just sat and looked at Sam. “Growing up, ain’t he?” Sam said pulling at Charlie’s toes. “They do that.”

Eventually, Amelinda grew impatient and began to pass out presents again. When one landed on him, he opened it quickly and smiled wickedly. “Sweet!” He extracted a pair of all black Chuck Taylor’s; the only color was white stitching. “Thanks, Mr. and Mrs. Richards.” Charlie nodded. “Of course, James,” said Esmeralda. “Like you needed some more,” complained Eliza over his shoulder. “Hey now,” James chided her, “I can never have too many Chucks.” She rolled her eyes as presents were continually passed out.

They love it to have attention showering on them like the rain. Reaching the second floor, Teddy leads me down the hallway with the windows that look out on the forest near the house. Leading me to a door, he throws it open. Inside is a cute little room, with light blue wallpaper and white and red furniture. A kid-size bed sits on the left side of it. It's about the size of my bedroom. This surprises me, seeing as how Teddy is scarce a third-grader, maybe, and yet he has such a large room to himself.

Soon, my nostrils picked up that faint, moist scent that was ever so familiar. He was really growing even bolder. I blinked and couldn't help laughing as I simply decided not to wear my panties, putting on only a sleeping gown and leaving the washroom. The brown teddy bear was still sitting against the bed, its black beady eyes still staring fixedly at me. I patted its little head and seemingly carelessly placed it flat on its back. Then, I stood on my bed and over it. A sudden breeze just happened to blow in from the window, lifting my dress and giving even a clearer view.

After making sure the house is assassin-proof, Charlie begins cleaning. Two hours of dancing to High Hopes by Panic! At the disco—on repeat—Charlie was able to clean the house to her satisfaction. The microwave no longer have tiny cobwebs connecting it to the kitchen wall, the bathroom now looked like a human being uses it and her closet no longer looked like a lumberjacked lion's mane. Charlie groans as she falls on her bed, "Ugh! My arms are about to fall off!" She can feel the water from her hair soaking the cream colored duvet underneath her. This makes her jump off and into her closet where she pulls off her bath robe and change into her bear-themed pyjamas set.

I feel like I’ve excelled in my learning, if I do say so myself. But I’ve missed Charlie’s dominant side, a fact that hasn’t really hit me until now. While Brandon is all about domination, Charlie is all about teasing and playing with different sensations. Two sides of the same coin—both of which turn me on. So, when I saw Charlie’s note, I knew I was in for a good time. Come inside and go directly to the playroom. Take your clothes off and lay on the bed. No talking. Await further instructions. ~C

I asked, walking towards the bed. “Woof! Woof!’’ They bark in response, I smile, take out their biscuits and give them. They happily eat the cookie, swinging their tails. I looked around the room and saw the huge teddy bear on the couch, it was his gift. I shook my head and lay down on the bed, Tommy was lying beside me, while Rocky was lying around my foot. My eyes closed and I let the darkness engulf me. My mind went silent as I felt a little pricking sensation in my arms but soon I fell asleep.

squealed Ally pulling off a tantrum. “What if I say I’ll give you some very cool toys to play with now and we can go get the costumes later?” Charlie said in a very tempting voice. “Deal!!!” cheered Ally and Addison in unison. I followed Charlie upstairs to his room and after giving Ally and Addison the toys that he had promised them, we began the search or rather, the writing of the song for the dance. Minutes flew by and still, we hadn’t even come up with a single song. The whole thing was beginning to get me bored and tired.