Christian Parents Book Reviews Novels & Stories

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.

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

And I'm not talking about ordinary novels or magazines. These were thick books with titles like “The Alpha Parent's Guide,” “Raising Werewolf Twins: A Complete Manual,” “From Pack Leader to Father: Transitioning with Grace,” and most conspicuously—“Parenting for Dummies: Werewolf Edition.” “Seraphina?” I approached her cautiously, as if the pile of books might explode at any moment. “What... what is all this?” She lifted her head with a bright smile that immediately put me on guard. That smile—the kind that said she had a plan and I was going to be a part of it whether I liked it or not.

“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.