When He Reads To Me Book Novels & Stories

He lays them down and covers them up, before he grabs their favorite book off of the bookshelf across the room. They have a reading chair beside it that he sits in. He reads them Franklin In The Dark, which they love. Both boys have it memorized but the still want to hear it every night. Dani stands inside the door to listen. When the book is over, they both kiss the boys and leave the room.

Surprisingly, I am drawn to the story, maybe because of the animated way he reads, or the way he glances at me to make sure I understand him, the excitement in his voice when he reaches his favorite quotes. “I can’t believe I am saying this, but that has got to be my favorite book, I should read other books to be sure.” I say when he closes the book. He has a pleased smile on his face, and I am so glad I asked him to read to me, otherwise, this swoony, butterfly feeling at the base of my stomach would not be in existence. “But I can’t say for sure that I liked their love story.” I say when he pulls me to himself in a warm hug.

"He can come back." *** After breakfast, Ava drags me to her room for story time. She hands me the dragon book, settles against my side like she's done this a hundred times before. The weight of her small body against mine does something unexpected. Makes this feel real in ways board meetings and coffee deliveries never could. I read with character voices. Deep dragon voice. High princess voice. She giggles at all the right parts, corrects my pronunciation of one word, and asks me to read it again when I finish.

They had loads and she kindly sent them to my house this morning, I close my bedroom door where books where stacked on my desk. "We need to read these, I just have this feeling that if these things are real she's involved somehow" I say picking a book up placing it in Reece's lap who was sat on the bed, I also grab one beginning sitting next to him. "I have to read? I haven't done that since school" he whines looking over at me, I send him a look where makes him nod opening him a book "well I'm starting today, but what am I actually looking for?" He asks looking at the words on the pages confused, I honestly didn't know what I was looking for at this point.

I ask curiously as I pick it up and hold it delicately in my fingers. "It's a recording, of me reading the entire book of Pride and Prejudice out loud" He explains with a wide grin. "I just figured that since it's your comfort book and there comes a time where I'm not there with you when you need me, maybe it would be something you'd want to listen to" His words make my eyes start to well up with tears. Rhode's voice has brought me so much comfort the past few years, hearing him talking is enough to soothe almost any anxiety that I have. I've asked him many times to read aloud to me if I'm having a rough time or I can't sleep and he's always done it without complaint or hesitation. But if he

He wants us to play an uncle game, let's see who is the best player. I liked to read novels whenever I felt bored during the flight to keep me awake and alert. He took the book hesitantly and I could tell that he wasn't used to doing so. I have never seen him read a novel to be more precise. “ I have never done this before but let me try it out. I don't think you'll like my voice.” I chuckled when I heard his words.

In case he was testing me. Not that I think he has the time or interest to test me. He has far more important things on his mind. “I can hear your brain running from here,” Alexander said, sitting up again. I froze, my eyes dropping to the book like it would somehow protect me from embarrassment. “Read to me,” he said. I blinked. “What?” “Read out loud. It might help you focus.” Panic sparked in my chest. No, I wanted to scream. That’s the worst idea he has ever had. But I nodded slowly, turning back to the page.

She mumbles and I nod. “He will love it. But you need to sleep for now. I will read you a bedtime story.” I offer, retrieving a book. There is a happy look on Annika’s face as I flip through the book. I begin to read her the book and I'm not even halfway done when she falls asleep.

“I do not wish for you to read it.” He stands, and I swallow. “I was searching through your books, wondering if I could pick out your favorite and read it to you until you fall asleep. I didn’t mean to go through your stuff.” Oh. “However,” he steps closer, “I guess that’s the favorite I was looking for.” He is reading her again. How does he effortlessly do that? “No need to read me to sleep. I can manage myself. You don’t have to be here.” He lets out a long sigh. “Fine.”

Before I had the chance to move, he had pulled me close to him. “Couldn’t sleep?” The words were muffled by my hair as he rested his lips there. I nodded silently, pulling the covers to my chin. “Me too.” He turned a page over with one hand, starting at the beginning. “How many times have you read this book?” I asked. “Too many times to count.” He chuckled. “Read to me?” I felt the lingering touch of his lips on my forehead. A simple yet meaningful gesture that I relished with deep seated desire.