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she said brightly, thrusting the books into my arms without so much as a warning. I staggered slightly under the weight, blinking at her. “What are these?” Jessica beamed, looking far too pleased with herself. “Books on pregnancy, of course! I want you to finish reading them all. There’s so much to learn about what’s best for the baby!” I stared at the stack, the titles screaming words like ‘prenatal nutrition’, ‘what to expect when you're expecting’, and ‘perfect parenting from day one’. Inwardly, I cried.

She hadn’t even heard him come in. She turned to see him leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. “And the clothes?” she asked softly. “I had those brought too. You’ll be more comfortable here. The books are on the shelf.” Antonia turned back to the shelf. Among the race cars and biographies, she spotted a tidy row of pregnancy books—everything from What to Expect to more medical, in-depth volumes. A journal lay beside them with a gold-embossed title: Letters to Our Baby.

“You're going to be such a good dad.” That night, I woke up at 2 AM needing to pee—another fun pregnancy symptom nobody warns you about. When I came back from the bathroom, Christian was sitting up in bed with the lamp on, reading. I moved closer and saw the book title: “The Expectant Father's Guide to Pregnancy and Beyond.” He had a highlighter. He'd marked passages. There were sticky notes. “Christian?” He jumped slightly, caught. “You're awake.” “What are you reading?” I sat beside him, trying not to smile.

I glared at him in response. "Take that book from the table for me," I said, pointing to a book titled ‘All That Parents Need to Know’. Opening the first page, Alessandro looked carefully at it, just as intrigued as I was. I could see the curiosity in his eyes as he flipped through the pages. ‘Everything You Have to Know About the Development of the Baby from the First Month to the Ninth Month of Pregnancy’. I stared at Alessandro, and he was already ahead of me in reading. I knew he was going to be a good dad, and I couldn’t wait to spend all my years with him.

What else could this be? I turned back to the shelves, scanning titles more carefully this time. My hand paused on a book titled The Hidden Meanings of Female Ailments and Cycles. It wasn’t something I’d normally pick, but the word “cycles” tugged at my memory. I pulled the book free and flipped through it until a chapter caught my eye: Changes in the Body During Early Pregnancy. Pregnancy? The thought slammed into me with such force that I almost dropped the book. My stomach churned again, and I lowered myself into a nearby chair, my hands trembling as I read.

It got worse after lunch. I was sitting on the sofa with my feet up, Liam's instructions, he said it was non-negotiable and good for the baby. He had pointed at the sofa and said "feet up" and I had decided this was not a hill worth dying on when he appeared in the living room doorway holding a book. "What To Expect When You're Expecting." He had a pen. He also had highlighted sections. "Mr White." I stared at the book. "Where did you get that?"

Because as good as it felt, I knew if things stayed on that path, I was heading to an area that probably would trigger me. I don’t think I’m ready for that. Plus, my moms and dumb brother are home. I was lucky that mamá convinced mom to let Collin come up to my room, let alone with the door closed. Something tells me if we went past dry humping, mom would have knocked my door down and never let Collin past the foyer again. Taking a deep breath, slowly releasing it, I closed my eyes, reliving what happened on this bed. Where and how did I find a guy with this much patience? He’s not what I expected. But that just proves the saying to expect the unexpected.

he said. ‎ ‎I didn’t know how to respond to that. ‎ ‎"I bought some books." he said. ‎ ‎"What books?" I asked. ‎ ‎Alexander handed me the books.When I saw the titles, my eyes widened in surprise. ‎ ‎"How to Support Your Wife Through Pregnancy to Birth," ‎"Congratulations, You're Going to Be a Dad," ‎"99 Things Every New Father Needs to Know"... Etc, so many tittles to count, up to two thousand, all imported from abroad.

People who had been reading the book and had felt, for the first time, that something that had happened to them had been named accurately. She read every one. She answered as many as she could. Julian watched her do it — not intrusively, just present — and one evening said: "You didn't expect the third wave." "No," she said. "I expected the press and the policy response. I didn't expect this." "The book did what good work does," he said. "Changed things," she said. His phrase. She had adopted it. "Yes." She looked at the stack of letters on the library desk.

She tested her body, rubbing her hand over her stomach and moving from side to side. "Good I feel good, how bout you?" "I'm not the one who was puking Kat, cut that shit out; isn't there something to stop it? The book only says how to deal with it but it doesn't say shit about how to prevent it." "That's because it's natural Colt; listen." She sat up and took my hands in hers. "You have got to stop freaking out over every little thing, we're supposed to be enjoying this time we're having a baby I'm not dying."