You took in a sharp breath, your (e/c) eyes snapping open. The images of the nightmare you had were still fresh in your mind; images of giants and collapsing buildings and blood. So much blood... The sound you had heard still drifted to your ears. You drew another sharp breath. The baby! You quickly glanced at your partner. To your relief, he was still asleep. As carefully and quietly as you could, you sat up and got out of bed. You tiptoed across the floor boards, making sure to avoid the ones that creaked under pressure. You made it to the door and slipped out into the hallway. The sound of that tiny muffled cry egged you onward. You reached the room at the end of the hallway and opened the door. You saw the little bundle as it squirmed …show more content…
You carefully picked up the infant and cradled him/her against your shoulder. You began to sway with your hips, rubbing the little back comfortingly. You found yourself murmuring the soft tune of a lullaby. You smiled with nostalgia, remembering that you also sang to him/her long before you ever laid eyes on him/her. "Hush little (baby name), don't say a word. Mama's gonna find you a mocking bird. If the mocking bird won't sing, mama's going find you golden ring..." After a few moments, the cries faded away to be replaced by frustrated gurgles. You drew him/her away from your shoulder and the look on his/her face made you giggle. In the moonlight, you could the baby's face was twisted into a look of irritation. Steely blue eyes were narrowed and demanded attention. This was definitely Levi's son/daughter. He looks at everyone that way... You went to the chair beside the crib and pulled down the collar of your night dress, readying to feed the obviously starving child. Angry cooing was replaced by loud suckling noises. You watched (baby name) for a while, but your eyes grew heavier and …show more content…
With his other hand, he replaced your night dress. You stirred and he pulled back his hand, but you didn't wake up. However, the bundle began to squirm in his arms. He looked down, adjusting his arms to try to be more comfortable. The eyes opened and met their father's. The two stared at one another, neither completely acquainted with the other yet. He remembered the first time he had held him/her. That demon woman of a midwife had kept him at bay until everything was said and done. He had never met an elderly woman that could put the fear of God into him with just a look like he could. (Baby name) began to grunt and coo uncomfortably. He glanced at you, making sure that you hadn't heard. Your form was still prone, so he slipped out of the nursery with the baby in his arms. He shut the door quietly and continued down the hallway until he reached the main room. Embers were still glowing in the fireplace, but it was just enough to easily light a candle. He set the candle on the table and sat in a chair. By the light of the candle, he could more clearly see the little face. S/he continued to grunt, tiny hands balled into fists and eyes shut
“Mom” I said with confusion “What are you doing?” She turned around as I saw the small baby in her
An hour earlier, Sefa, their baby’s birth mother, had called Percival, crying that she was in pain and bleeding, afraid she was losing the
She sank to her knees and crawled underneath the table. The frustration was building but she pushed it down and ignored it. Her life was a lot better and more enjoyable if she just ignored it. Stef started with her father, crawling to him and unbuttoning his slacks. She took his cock out and gave the head a small kitten lick. The father smiled and placed a hand on her head, encouraging her to do more. She grumbled quietly to herself before wrapping her lips around him, taking in as much of him as she could. Her mouth stretched and her jaw ached a little as she began to bob her head. Her father’s hand tangled itself
Rion peered into his sisters’ cradle, smiled, then shuffled off to bed, drawing the privacy curtain behind him. Although the babies would cry during the night, Rion could sleep through a near riot, so Percival was not worried about the boy getting enough rest.
As I lay in bed, I can only think about the terror that’s going to occur tonight. My tooth is really loose, and my dad said he’s going to be pulling it out tonight when I’m sleeping. But how am I supposed to sleep, knowing this? I blindly grapple around my bed, searching for Mr. Giggles and my baby blanket. My hand closes around a small leg, and I pull Mr. Giggles into a tight embrace. With Mr. Giggles in my arms, I wrap myself into my blanket. The warmth of my blanket makes me feel drowsy, but I force my eyes to stay wide open. I have to stay up all night and brace myself; I cannot fall asleep!
She pressed the child close to her and with an unmovable gaze tightened her grip on him, taking in every detail. I paused and watched. I knew that as soon as I told her, the same creamy white walls of the hospital room that once held her uncontrollable euphoria over the birth of her son, would seem harrowing and confining.
To Kill a Mocking Bird is a written narrative by Harper Lee. The story is a linked sequence of conflict as seen through the eyes of a little girl named Scout. It looks back at a time when social injustice of prejudice was prevalent. The story if full of interesting characters, some good and some bad, but each very important to the plot of the story. It is very important to understand each of character’s views and the plot of the story as it plays an important role in the overall theme of the story.
I batted my eyelashes lined with sleep. For a moment, I was disoriented to where I was. I felt around the soft bed, waving around my arms frantically. The area next to we was cold; Ross was gone. I pushed my senses to get up, tempting myself with visions
It lasted only a minute, then he pulled her nightgown back down roughly and her blanket to her chin. His breathing had intensified, and it scared Angie. He sounded like an animal when he breathed like that. He sounded as if he would hurt. Father stood there for a long minute, his breath coming in harsh gasps. Then, as soon as it had started, he left.
Some of the injuries he’d witnessed were so horrific they made his blood run cold and his legs turn to jelly. But this, hearing his beloved’s child pained shrieks all but undid him. To stand at the boy’s head muttering vague reassurances was inadequate. He needed to do something.
A lusty baby’s cry met Percival’s ears. His baby. “Why not? Is the baby all right? Is Fleur?”
Knock knock. The restless man sits up straight in his bed. As his eyes peer about his box-crowded bedroom he notices a sliver of light peeking beneath the door. The sound comes again, yet more urgent. As Yeager tiptoes his way toward the door, the hairs on the back of his neck slowly begin to lie at rest. “I can’t sleep,” says a soft childish voice on the other side. As he opened the door,
I seem to have a love for watching birds through branches and trees in far distant trees that surrounds my habitat. The binoculars that I watch it from gives a beautiful view of birds, and one was a rainbow colored bird named Rosy-Faced Lovebird. As I see there array of features, the face and throat are pink, darkest on the forehead and above the eye. The bill is horn coloured, the iris is brown and the legs and feet are grey. They seem to be a couple that happens to be very attached thus created a nest for their newborn baby. One of the things I found most adorable was the way they kept pecking each other to symbolize their love for one another. It seems very secret as if they have found a place that presents much solace, then the other part
The woman stood up and walked towards the glass that separated newborns from their families. Her husband followed her. Eyes red and cheeks tearstained she gazed at a particular baby in the second row. She turned to face her husband. He held her tight, but with gentleness, for he was afraid she might break.
The house is eerily silent so I presume no one has awoken yet. I carefully slide open the door of the ensuite and creep back into my bedroom. I peer through the darkness, expecting to see my husband, but all that is left is an empty bed with the covers thrown off and his suit hanging dead in the wardrobe. Dread clouds my thoughts as I fear the worst and rush into the kitchen where my children are eating their breakfast. The front door is wide open, a warm breeze and the scent of pancakes wafts through, I take a deep breath as my mind travels back.