Best First Time Dad Books Novels & Stories

She’s going to say something that will embarrass me. “Mommies and Daddies are supposed to kiss on New Year. Will you kiss Daddy?” She asks me with her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows at me. She needs to stop using my mom looks on me. She’s only four. “Yeah, will you kiss Daddy at midnight?” Jordan asks with a smile. Damn, now I’m looking at his lips. I haven’t kissed anyone other than Harrison. That bastard stole all my firsts. My first kiss, my first time falling in love, my first time having sex. When I look at Dakota, I know he gave me the greatest gift of all despite being a monster. He gave me my first child and the true love of my life.

Jax said. I set it aside, and found a second gift from him. It was a really beautiful photo album that had a few pictures already in it from when we were pups, and a few were current pictures. I smiled, said thank you, and pulled a box toward me. It was from dad. Inside were 4 book, 3 were leather bound, the last one was not. I pulled that one out first to find it was a baby book. “Your mom made that baby book for you. She also wrote in those journals everyday about you starting the day you were born. I thought you may appreciate them.” My dad explained.

And the closer Dorothy and I get to holding our child, the more I realize—I don’t want to repeat his mistakes. I’ve been scared of being a father. I won’t lie about that. Scared I’ll be too cold, too harsh, too absent. But every time I see Dorothy smile, every time I feel her fingers rest on her stomach, I swear to myself… I will be ten times the man my father ever was.

"I wanted the first thing our baby touches to be something made with love. Just for them." Tears filled my eyes. Damn hormones. "This baby will be so lucky." "We are the lucky ones, Corinne." He turned me to face him. His eyes were heavy with emotion. Strong. Real. It made my heart shake. "You saved me from myself. Before you, I was just a man hiding in the shadows. Running from the past. Running from everything. Now... I am a father. A partner. A man who wants to build a home." He leaned in and kissed me. Long. Deep.

I slowly and gently slide next to him in his bed since the bed is extra wide at the sides and I put his bandaged hand on my belly. The moment his fingers touch my skin, our daughter wakes up and starts to kick the place where his hand rest on my belly....and i smile, my baby finally meets her Daddy and for the first time in months i fall asleep without problem and drift away into darkness unaware of what the future will hold for me and my little family!.....

She saw Daddy touch Emily’s hair gently. Her heart hurt again. She turned away quickly. Tears filled her eyes. “He never touches my hair like that anymore,” she whispered. She went back into her room and closed the door. She did not hate Emily. But she hated the feeling of being second. --- Later that afternoon, Daddy called Tessa to his study. She walked in slowly. “You wanted to see me, Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Yes,” he said. He removed his glasses and looked at her seriously. “Tessa, you are my daughter. You will always be my daughter.”

Ambrose would be babysitting the newborn shifter, but they would not engage the helper on the days he could not. Some vocabulary choices were banned. For instance, the children had to start getting used to calling Richard “dad” or “father” while they had to call Ambrose by his name. Favian refused to be called “uncle”, so they settled for “big brother” or “Mr Beowulf”. Things like shifting and transforming were strictly banned. Ludwig asked about sniffing the lady helper, and Richard quickly banned the action even if it was merely a greeting.

After I pressed him further, he finally told me everything he had been through over the years. After Dad had pressured us to break up, Derek moved to another city to build a new life. Thanks to some incredible luck, he won several major prizes, and with his sharp business acumen, it only took him ten years to grow Stark Corporation into a top company. "Rachel, we…" Derek had just begun to speak when he noticed a small head peeking through the door to the study. "Come here," he said with a smile, beckoning Jacob over. Jacob jogged up to him eagerly. "Are you my dad?"

He was babbling about something, but my sense of smell was directed to the coffee blend that he brought. This is what heaven would smell like... "Daddy, why are you here already?" The little princess woke up hearing her daddy, but looked disappointed that he might actually come to pick her up. "Hey cutie, I think your dad misses you. Come sit with me, let see what he can do with his special blend. Smells good by the way..." he smiled and thanked me, as I complimented his coffee blend. But he raised an eyebrow looking at me funny, when Mable decided to sit in my lap and rest her head on my chest, while she rubbed her eyes with her knuckles.

POV: Lena Moretti I found the books on his nightstand on a Monday. I wasn't snooping. I was looking for a phone charger I'd left in the living room and wandered past his open door and there they were. Three of them. Stacked in order of thickness. "What to Expect When You're Expecting." "The Birth Partner." And a thinner one called "New Father's Survival Guide" with a sticky note marking a chapter about the first six weeks.