Father-to-be Book Novels & Stories

“Are you pregnant with your ex boyfriend’s father’s child?” “How long has this relationship been ongoing?” “Did this relationship influence your book’s success?” “Were threats made to silence witnesses?” “Is your previous statement fabricated?” “Is your publisher aware of this situation?” “Do you deny these allegations under oath?” “Who is the father of your child?” Rapid. Sharp. Unforgiving. Their voices overlapped. No space to breathe. No space to think. I searched the room. Leah. I had sent her to get snacks earlier.

Vincent asked. “Sorry for what?” I said, resting a hand on my still-flat stomach. “He made his bed. Now he has to lie in it.” “You’re right.” Vincent leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “The past is past. We have to look forward now.” I closed my eyes, feeling the warm Mediterranean sun. In my heart, I spoke to the sky. Dad, you can rest easy now. Your daughter is happy. A gentle breeze rustled through the olive groves, as if my father was answering me from beyond. And here, on this ancient land, a new chapter for the Moretti family was just beginning.

“Is this how a soon-to-be father is supposed to behave?” Domenico exhaled a slow stream of smoke into the dim room. “And for the record,” Emilio continued, folding his arms, “this is the last time you’re smoking, Nico.” A faint chuckle escaped Domenico as he tilted his head back against the recliner. He took another long drag before releasing the smoke lazily into the air. “Are you lecturing me now?” he asked with quiet amusement. “Trying to turn me into a decent man?” “Well, if you want to become a father, you will have to learn to be a decent man, at least toward the mother and the child,” Emilio said.

she added, a warm smile gracing her face. Her smile offered me reassurance and hope. It made me believe that maybe, just maybe, I could be a good father despite all my fears. I held onto my mom’s hand, seeking solace and tranquility in her touch. I can do this. I can be the father this baby needs. I can be the best father any child could ever have. I sighed, casting aside all my fears—the fear of not being able to provide for this child, the fear of being ill-prepared for fatherhood. All those fears vanished, and I was now ready to embark on this new journey of fatherhood. I was ready to be a father.

Richard touched my shoulder, then turned me around until we met. "I understand how you feel. But what I'm doing is reasonable. After all, you are my responsibility. I must make you feel comfortable and do my best to protect your pregnancy. I apologize if you are upset that I fell asleep here last night. It wasn't intentional." Richard lifted my chin until our eyes met. His light gray irises washed over me, making my heartbeat increase abnormally. "I once read a journal about the father's role during pregnancy. One of them is that physical contact by fathers can help pregnant women feel better in getting through the symptoms of morning sickness."

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.

She was filled with warmth seeing her best friend carry her Godson. Renata looked up, as if scrutinizing Nina’s face. “He doesn’t look like you.” “Oh please,” Nina laughed. “I guess he looks like his father,” The smile Renata had on her face gradually disappeared and was replaced with a slight frown. Nina lowered her head. “You still don’t trust me enough to tell me who the father of your baby is?” Renata asked calmly. “Let’s talk about it when you are better.” Nina placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder.

Some even argued about it before the baby was born. "No," he answered. Just one word. No hesitation, I lowered my head, Quinn wasn't like that, he cared so much about the baby's gender.Too much. My eyes drifted back to Zachary, a faint smile appeared on my lips. "You'll be a wonderful father, Zachary." I voiced out. "...And a wonderful husband too." For a second, something unreadable crossed his face, like surprise. Then he laughed a bit."Athena can't say the same."

“It requires ongoing interaction with the sire. Potentially… sexual. The pup will demand it until delivery. After birth, the bond shifts, the heat ends. But during? You’ll crave him. Constantly.” I closed my eyes. “So either I risk killing my baby… or I keep fucking my father-in-law until it’s born.” Dr. Voss winced. “Crude. But accurate.” I laughed again, hysterical this time. Jasper’s face flashed in my mind, his soft smile, his gentle hands, and his forgiveness. And Dax gold eyes, hard body, the way he’d filled me until I screamed. I pressed both hands to my stomach. The pup energy fluttered softly, and almost apologetic.