Father-to-be Book Novels & Stories

“I don’t think so. Why, are there some strange books in there?” He shrugged and pulled them out of the bag, flipping them over to read the titles to you. “Well, there’s this one, ‘A Guide to Parenthood: Everything you need to know about being a new parent’, and this one, ‘1001 Games to Play With Your Baby’.” He held them up for you to see, giving you a confused look. You smiled nervously, fidgeting lightly in your seat. “Um, nope, no, those are, uh, those are for you- for us actually I guess.”

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I picked up groceries, stopped by the hardware store to get wall hooks for the baby monitor, and then—on a whim—walked into the local bookstore. I hadn’t been inside in over a year. The bell above the door chimed, and the scent of old paper hit me like a memory. The place hadn’t changed much. Still cramped, still charming. Floor-to-ceiling shelves, a mismatched armchair in the corner. I wandered until I reached the parenting section. There were too many titles. Too many opinions. I almost turned away. Then I saw one tucked on the end of a lower shelf: “Letters to My Child: A Father’s Journal.”

"I mean the baby in your belly. It's not good for him. You know it can break your placenta. You are six months pregnant and you should prevent premature delivery as much as you can." He said as he tried to snatch the bag from my hand. I wondered if he had much knowledge about everything, I just came to know about these terms when I was pregnant. I noticed a book that was kept near his bag. "Guide for new fathers." My brows arched when I realised he was reading that book. He is pretentious, I can't believe him. Now all acting like he wanted this baby when he abandoned us before. "You don't have to worry about it, I have enough to take care of it," I said and closed the door.

I motioned to the chair and he gave me the very first response, a small jerk of his head, a nod. I sat opposite him and he watched me. The music was loud in the bar, yet the world between us kept silent. Suddenly, I am out of words and my mind, why the hell I approached him? My eyes wandered away to him and stopped at my friend Elle, who was still encouraging me with silent whispers. Bravo! The reason returned and so did my senses. He is the father we chose for my child! How can I give up without a try? As I was close to the man now, I could see the clear features of his face, and indeed he was handsome.

“I told myself to pack last night.” Sophia, already calm beside Elena’s room, handed him a coffee. “You packed like Mira planned your life.” He groaned. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” Sophia smiled. “You’ll figure it out.” “I don’t even know how to hold a baby.” “You’ll learn.” “I read What to Expect When You’re Expecting three times. I still don’t know what to expect.” She laughed. “You’re going to be a great dad.”

Then handed me the pregnancy book. "Take care of mother's health, don't lift heavy things first. Don't stay up late, don't be sad because it will affect the fetus. Please help Mom always be happy, so that your child is also happy." "Yes, Doctor." Shabir tightened his grip on Haziya even more. In fact, ever since he entered the examination room he had been shaking so much. He was already twenty-nine, already quite mature and ready to become a father. However, he couldn't hide the mixed feelings he had.

Friday Before Father's Day Anushka's P.O.V. I'm so excited. Not only am I basically back to normal now, but today is going to be life-changing for three families. Jordan, Bobby, and Gavin are going to officially become fathers today. We are going to the courthouse to finalize the adoptions. I don't know who's more excited: the kids, the dads, or us moms. We thought doing it right before Father's Day would be perfect.

He and I both need something strong and full roasted. “I have no idea how I feel to be honest, darlin’. It’s not ideal. I want to be a good father just like my dad is to me. I want my kid to have whatever it needs. I want to set an example and show him or her, right from wrong. Part of me is excited to have the baby and the other part is scared as shit. I’m fucking scared to be honest.” He pulls out a chair and takes a seat. His long legs stretched out in front of him.

The man my husband trusted no one else to become. I wondered what kind of person was created by a father like mine had been. I wondered what kind of man returned to a house full of wives that were not his mother. On the morning he arrived, the estate felt different. Alert. Expectant. I stayed out of the way. I had no reason to be seen. At least, that was what I believed then.