Father-to-be Book Novels & Stories

Olivia watched him with a mixture of amusement and admiration. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” she asked softly. He glanced up from a book titled The Expectant Father. “Absolutely. I need to be prepared for you, for the baby. I want to know everything, from morning sickness remedies to the best ways to calm a crying newborn.” Olivia laughed, leaning against his shoulder. “You’re going to spoil our child, you know.” “I plan to,” he said, serious now, eyes warm. “But not just spoil you. I want to be the father you deserve, the one who protects, guides, and loves without reservation.”

Even though all this time he never wanted to be around small children, If Atma is busy thinking about reasons for his father, then, in contrast to Clarita, the woman who has just become a mother is thinking about how to raise her baby. She doesn't have a job, and now she has to support two children alone, without a husband, and without a family. The sound of soft crying made Atma's forehead frown in confusion. He stepped towards Clarita's bed for a moment after considering several possibilities. Atma's strong arms parted the blue curtain that was a barrier between him and Clarita.

He wasn’t just Alessandro Amato, the ruthless businessman. He was becoming something far rarer— A father. It was quiet that morning, the kind of soft, honey-drenched silence that came only after a storm. I woke to the rustle of papers, the sound of pages flipping rapidly, followed by a curse under someone’s breath. My eyes fluttered open. Alessandro sat at the far end of the room, hunched over the coffee table. He was reading. No—studying. Stacks of baby books surrounded him like an academic preparing for an exam. Titles like “Expecting Multiples,” “Daddy First Steps,” “The Pregnancy Bible” were splayed open with sticky notes marking entire chapters. A highlighter sat tucked behind his ear.

I was a lone boy who fell in love in his early twenties, with no one to look up to or even parents. I had just begun to navigate the world, juggling at most three part-time jobs until I met her mother. It was love at first sight. Without knowing how the world worked, my first love got pregnant. Nine months later, Zeila came into existence, but as I got a gift, one left. Since then, I took it upon myself that no matter what, I would never let Zeila, and I ended up failing as the father I had promised myself to be. I fisted my hand, sadness flowing through my entire body.

He read pregnancy books in bed and reported facts she already knew. “Did you know that the baby's heart starts beating at six weeks?” he asked one night. “I did know that, yes.” “Did you know that the baby can hear sounds at eighteen weeks?” “Nathaniel. I'm the one who's pregnant. I've been reading the same books.” “I just want to be prepared.” He looked up from his book. “I want to be a good father. To this baby. To Liam. To both of them.” Victoria set down her own book. “You are a good father. Liam adores you.”

Just when I thought I was finally getting my strength back… life decided to crush me again. I didn’t need a DNA test to tell me who the father was. This baby… wasn’t Klaus’s. It belonged to the King. My husband’s father. I am pregnant with my husband’s father’s child. What am I going to do? How would I tell the world that the baby growing inside me isn’t my husband’s, but his father’s? Please… someone help me.

“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.

Mum asked, looking at father. “And now someone chooses to be jealous.” Dad said, face palming. He pulled her into his arms and wrapped his hands around her waist. “I’m so scared.” Mum whispered to father, but I heard it clearly. “Bruno I am so scared.” Father kissed her nose, then her lips. He hugged her tightly and swooped her into his arms. He sat on the other plush sofa, and adjusted mum on his lap. “I must be so lucky to have a big baby and a small baby.” Father said, brushing his lips against mum’s temple.

POV: Lena Moretti I found the books on his nightstand on a Monday. I wasn't snooping. I was looking for a phone charger I'd left in the living room and wandered past his open door and there they were. Three of them. Stacked in order of thickness. "What to Expect When You're Expecting." "The Birth Partner." And a thinner one called "New Father's Survival Guide" with a sticky note marking a chapter about the first six weeks.

“Just us.” “I like just us.” Sebastian's hand moved from her feet to her stomach, resting there gently. “All three of us.” Elara covered his hand with hers. “Do you think about it? The baby?” “Constantly.” “Are you scared?” “I am terrified.” He met her eyes. “I have no idea how to be a father. My own father killed himself. My mother is well, you've met her. I don't exactly have great role models.” “Neither do I,” Elara said softly. “My father was a criminal. My mother worked herself to death. We're both starting from scratch.”