Book What To Expect Novels & Stories

The first gift appeared on my nightstand three days after the ultrasound: a small box wrapped in plain brown paper, no card, no explanation. Inside was a book—What to Expect When You're Expecting—with a single page dog-eared. Page 147: "Week Nine: Your Baby Is Now the Size of a Cherry." In the margin, in Liam's precise handwriting: Our cherry. Growing despite everything. —L I stared at those three words—growing despite everything—and felt something crack open in my chest. He was fighting his own surrender, leaving breadcrumbs back to himself, showing me he hadn't completely given up even if he couldn't say it out loud.

She can't seem to concentrate on the library. Maybe it's the book. She thought. She got up and started searching for another book to read. It excites her to gain knowledge on things she never knew before. She saw a book titled "My Mother " Her interest piqued. She picked the book and stared at the book cover. A sketch of a pregnant woman was drawn on it. Will this book teach how babies are made? Will it teach the signs and symptoms of an expectant mother? How to be a mother?

Zane I found myself in the pack library at midnight, surrounded by books I’d single-handedly picked out—mainly to avoid questions from Ezra. ‘Pregnancy and the Wolf: A Comprehensive Guide. Maternal Health in Shifter Populations. The First Year: What to Expect When Expecting a Pup.‘ The titles alone made me feel ridiculous like some anxious first-time father instead of an Alpha securing his lineage.

I nod and he lets go of my hands, exiting the room. Whatever he's dealing with must have something to do with the guard following me everywhere. I really want to know. He'll never tell me, though. I sigh and leave the kitchen, heading to the living room. When I arrive, I grab a book from the bookshelf and take a seat on the couch. The book I'm about to read seems to be about childbirth and parenting. Where the hell did this even come from? I open the book anyways and start to read. Only a few pages in, and I already know that many women poop during the birthing period and that contractions can be worse than pushing the baby out.

The assistants’ words make me smile as she states the obvious, but her friendliness and eagerness to help, endear her to me very quickly so I laugh it off. “This book is the best seller and has many recommendations from renowned doctors. It was written by a lady who has worked as a midwife for more than thirty years.” She says handing me a thick book. I have a look through briefly and I’m surprised by how thorough it is. Looking at the chapter list it starts from explaining the biological changes that happen at conception all the way to what to expect week on week up to delivery and up to a year after birth. “I’m impressed, I will definitely take this one, thank you.

“There’s nothing wrong with it. Mommy will fix it for you.” Isaiah, there goes your first chance. Only two left to go!

“Don’t tell me to calm down when I am calm.” She looked directly into my eyes as she spoke, and at that moment, I realized it was best not to mention her eating habits while she was pregnant. By the way, I picked up a pregnancy book. Don’t worry; it’s not for you; it’s my way of preparing as an expectant father. “That’s great to hear,” Maddison said, her mouth full. “Is the food good?” “You bet it is! Do you want some?” “Oh no, that’s okay, sweetie. You enjoy it! Just looking at it makes me feel nauseous.”

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

I blinked to clear my vision and noticed where her other hand was. It wasn’t noticeable but her hand laid upon the gentle slight swell of her stomach. I opened my eyes widely in shock as I stared at her stomach, then the book she had been reading caught my attention. A simple hard backed book titled “Introduction to motherhood”

“I can’t believe I have seven more months of this.” “Technically the nausea should stop after the first trimester. At least, that’s what the books say.” I looked up at him with a raised brow and he shrugged sheepishly. “I want to know what to expect.” “You read a book?” “Books,” he corrected. “There was more than one. I had to because I couldn’t ask Carmine. I wasn’t sure if you were ready for people to know yet.” My heart warmed. “Thank you.” He just waved me off and helped me to my feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up. We have a lot of things to do today.”