Novel & Cerita Best First Time Dad Books

’’ When I gave a frantic shake of my head, he smiled even wider as if he intended to tease me even more. ‘‘Or perhaps we should pick one about your father…’’ he raised an eyebrow, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. ‘‘I’m sure it’s somewhere inside the shelf, too…’’ ‘‘Alex, don’t you dare!’’ But he already looked through the books once more, and I heaved a heavy sigh when I saw a book entitled William Maxwell: Zero to One. Wow! From the title itself, I could tell that dad started from zero when he built his business.

Everything she could get her little hands on would find its way in her mouth. Late in the afternoon, it wasn't for a short time she whined she kept going as she rubbed her cheeks furiously. "What do you think is wrong honey?" I asked James. "Hmmm, I don't know. I think I'll get the book." He mused. Of course, he would get the book. It was a book about babies, from the day they were born until they turned one year old. It was like his bible for everything concerning our baby girl.

"The rejection. The slow burn. The ceremony. Getting pregnant. His birth. This whole year." "Best year of my life." "Even the sleepless nights? The crying? The constant worry?" "Especially those. Because they were ours." --- The baby book sat on the dresser, and I picked it up, flipping through the pages. First smile. First laugh. First roll. First tooth. First steps. A year of firsts, all documented. I added today's entry:

"The feeling of holding our baby in our arms for the first time is the best." "You know what, I got goosebumps when I picked up Damon in my arms for the first time." He exclaimed "Really?" She chuckled. "Yes, he was so small. I was afraid to take him in my arms because I was afraid he might fall from my grip. " "Hehe yes, I understand your feelings as a doctor." "I have seen many fathers cry when they have picked their baby in their arms for the first time." "I’m sure that feeling will definitely be the best for a daddy."

Thicker than I remembered. I tore the brown paper open. And found a book. Not just any book. A small, leather-bound journal. Worn edges. Faded cover. My chest tightened. My fingers trembled as I flipped it open. The handwriting… My father’s. “Ian,” I whispered, and for the first time in months, something inside me cracked open. I sank to my knees. It was like holding a relic, something sacred. My thumb traced the lines on the first page. "Today, my son cried for the first time. He didn’t wail—he growled. The healer laughed and said he’ll grow into a fine Alpha."

“I'm sorry if I hurt you.” I was about to get emotional when my thoughts were screaming on me. “Aren't you gonna let him fuck us, it's been long we did this.” “I'm not going against my rule!” I screamed inside of my mind shutting off the voice that was trying to push me. True to it, I felt the urge but I didn't want to repeat the same mistake. Casual sex. The first being for revenge left me with a permanent mark, my son. Who knows what the second might bring, another pregnancy, if not that I was on a family planning method.

Jake asked his son. First Andrew grinned widely before he turned to Maddie to say, "I had the best couple of days dad. My mummy is the best!" Jake raised an eyebrow as he turned to Maddie who looked stunned. "Your mummy?" he asked the boy as his gaze remained fixed on Maddie. Maddie was stunned as she avoided Jake's gaze. She had sure not been expecting the kid to suddenly inform his father about their personal agreement, and like this too.

“You want me alone with him the whole time?” Dad lifted an eyebrow. “Why the sudden hesitation? You adored him growing up. He carried you everywhere, spoiled you with gifts…” “And remember all those diaper changes he handled,” Mom added, chuckling. “You’d climb into his lap every single visit.” “Listen, baby girl,” Dad went on, already grabbing his phone, “he’s my best friend and basically family. He’ll look after you properly. You’ll be completely safe.” He dialed right away. After some easy laughter and conversation, he ended the call wearing a pleased smile.

As I towel-dried my hair, a message notification chimed on my phone. "Your dad's bothering me." A smile stretched across my lips. "About what?" I texted back. "He wants a bro night." Dad was adorable. "Well, why not indulge him? He deserves a bit of your attention and love, doesn't he? "But right now, all I want to do is to fuck you. Raw." My cheeks turned a fiery shade of red, and my hand instinctively flew to my mouth to suppress a gasp. I had to blink twice just to confirm that I was reading this right.

I tilted my head away from her hand. I looked up at them. "Mom said everything is mine. Nobody touches it." Dad's face fell. "What do you know? You're a kid. Your mom spent every day scheming." The doorbell rang. A steady, low voice carried in from the front hall. "Excuse me. Is Mr. Alex Caldwell home?" The study door opened. A man in his forties walked in: gray suit, wire-rimmed glasses, black briefcase. He stopped in front of Dad.