Book Reviews Parents Novels & Stories

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Mommy says no TV," she breathed, her big, dark blue eyes fastened to mine. Riiight. Page fourteen, section B of the book. How could I ever forget? I picked said book from the dinner table and flipped through it, the child still openly gawking at me. There was a set of things appropriate for children that Klaus had listed. She was a mess, but I must say: she was an active, loving, tremendously caring parent. "Uh, let's see. Want to do some coloring?"

That did not take much convincing. I spent the rest of the morning reading reviews for parenting books, and wound up ordering a small library’s worth of titles. Alexander had left me with his credit card, telling me to get whatever I needed. So I ordered a bookshelf as well, somewhere to keep all the other stuff I was buying. It wasn’t like I was going to read everything before the baby arrived. But I could get through a fair few books in a couple weeks. And I’d start at the beginning, learning first about newborn care, and then move on to the early childhood education titles later.

I said out loud to Logan. In the meantime I put some of my men on watch around Amber’s parents house I told them to just monitor and be as invisible as possible and to let me know when something strange happened. I knew my dad had lots of books on witchcraft, magic and special wolves in his secret library. I hadn’t gotten around to sort them out, it felt wrong to throw books out but some of them could be dangerous in the wrong hands.

By the time I left, I had six bags full of toys and a credit card receipt that made the cashier's eyes widen. But I didn't care about the cost. For the first time in years, I was preparing to officially meet my son.And I was going to make damn sure I didn't waste this chance. That night, I sat in my penthouse surrounded by parenting books and toys, reading everything I could about child development and age-appropriate activities. My assistant had sent over a stack of resources so high it covered my coffee table. How to Talk So Little Kids Will Listen The Whole-Brain Child Parenting from the Inside Out

He also pulled out books one by one that there might be hidden doors behind the racks. I went to his desk and sat on his chair when I felt back pain. I put down his watch and phone back on the desk and picked up the book. “He was reading this book two days ago. He was proud as he told me he wanted to learn something since we both have no experience in parenting. He was excited until last night.” “He was hurting.”

Images of Youyou leaning on the headboard and lazily flipping through the comic books appeared in his mind. The school recommended this list of books to parents. Yuna specially purchased a few series at the bookstore according to the booklist and placed them on the bed stand. Before going to bed at night, she would cradle the boy in her arms and gently read him stories from the books. Usually, the little lad had a distaste for these comics and books that were like child’s play to him; he found them to be a tad boring and dull, but because he loved his mommy’s storytelling, he tolerated listening to them.

Clayton finished freshening up. He went upstairs to change his clothes and came back down with a list in his hand, which he handed over to Kai. “Grant and Aida have already left. I didn’t have time to give it to them, so can you pass this on for me?” Kai wrinkled his eyebrows. He took it and looked at the long list of books. “What’s this? ‘A Guide for Babies and Toddlers’, ‘What to Do When Your Child Cries’, ‘How to Be a Qualified Parent’... What’s all this?”

They taught me lessons I kept till date, and I was sure even now I could still enjoy it. “What about you?" I turned to him, astonished that Real had read it too. For the first time, it felt like we both shared something in common. “My parents used to read it to me as a child. They'd lead me to the study, and read it to me. They said it would teach me more about… life.” he looked trite as he finished, as though an unpleasant memory came to him. The thought came to mind. What about his parents? Were they somewhere else, probably living in a different pack? Or perhaps, they were…

Looking at her cute son, Maya smiled a little, shaking her head at his silliness and adorable behavior, and turned to look at the front again, noticing people staring at her, she apologized and took out her phone, burying herself in it, so she can avoid the immense embarrassment, she experienced. "Papa, do you want crepes or pancakes?" Noah asked, as he tip toed in front of his father, who swallowed his food and drank some juice, then responded to his son; well he couldn't do it with a mouth full of bread, he has been teaching Noah not talk with his mouth full, in fear of him choking, so he needs to be the same way he wants his son to be; that's parenting 1.0, from his experience with his si

It felt strange, how something so small could pull at me like that. We kept walking. Somewhere near the corner shelf, I stopped again — a thin book caught my eye. The First Year: A Guide for New Parents. I reached for it, running my thumb along the spine. Pages soft, edges new. I flipped through — pictures of fathers holding babies, smiling mothers, small notes on feeding and sleep routines. For the first time that day, something in my chest loosened. “You know,” the storekeeper said, glancing at the book, “most fathers come back for that one. They say it helps.”