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Christian sat next to my bed holding my hand. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Terrified." "Why?" "Because I don't know how to be a mother." "You'll learn." "What if I do everything wrong?" "You won't do everything wrong." "What if I can't take care of the baby?" "I'll help you." "You will?" "Of course I will." "Christian, what if the baby doesn't like me?" "The baby will love you." "How do you know?" "Because you're going to be an amazing mother."

At first because he hated bad smell of peasants that passed him and he always wanted to smell good. William would like to believe that his father had grown up poor that when he finally became well off, he overextended and made everyone below him and insight miserable. William perused through his father's books on the dusty shelves, it seemed no one had been here ever since. In between the books, William found one that looked odd, not very interesting until he opened any random page. Christian finally learnt how to walk, I was getting worried. All my children walked before the age of two. I'm very delighted it has finally happened.

Christian cut her off. "Don't think about the what ifs and buts. I will be here by your side. No parents are perfect, but I know for a fact that we will give our children the best life possible. Parenting doesn't come with a handbook, it is solely off of instinct. Which you will do more than a great job at." Jessie wouldn't want to abandon her children, or love one any less than the other, or abuse them. She looked at Christian to ask him something, but his eyes were closed and he was already snoring. Leaving her with her thoughts, and made up scenarios in her head.

Amelia tells me with a proud smile as she reclines back and opens the book. "You get me one?" I ask her with a grin, knowing her she's probably brought a book for me to read just in case I ask for one. She stares at me for a second before reaching forward, digging into her back and pulling out a hard cover book, handing it to me. 'The Expectant Father: The Ultimate Guide For Dads-To-Be' "It's either that or Ambrose Grisham" Amelia adds with a cheeky grin as she lies back in her chair. I adjust my chair to sit upright and shake my head.

He thanked her and focused on arranging the books properly; the last thing he wanted was for the father to tell his mother that the books were poorly organized, which would lead to sermons he couldn't bear. The books he was organizing had titles in Roman and Greek. They dated back to ancient centuries, their covers were faded and old, and so were their illustrations. Most of them were about Christianity, some about sects related to it or sects against it. He just wanted to finish quickly. He crouched down to pick up another pair of books when the cover of one of the books, which was in a large pile, caught his attention. He took it in his hands, removing the dust. Out of all the books he had

The Memorial Day weekend went by in a breeze. At the president's office at Sterling Group, Ben knocked on the office doors and entered the room. He walked toward the desk, then placed a few books on top of it. "Elliot, I got these from the bookstore for you. I hope you find them useful." Elliot glanced coldly at the pile of books. 'The Pregnancy Bible' 'The Sears Encyclopedia of Intimate Parenting' 'Caring for your Fetus' 'Caring for your Baby' … Elliot shoved the books into his desk drawer.

“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.