Novel & Cerita Father-to-be Book

I kept my head up high, acknowledging the greetings from the guards and maids. I didn’t bother knocking. I barged in to find him lounging by the fireplace, staring intently into it with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a bucket of ice by his side. “Father,” he said without turning. “Have you come to give me crap like everybody else?” Decades of running Wolfe Pack, leading them into several victories and protecting them from numerous rogue attacks and I hadn’t ever encountered anything more stressful than raising a damn child. After Tanya died during childbirth, I’d done my best to raise Marcus to grow up responsible. Today, he was all but responsible.

she said trying to see if she could convince him. "I never said you were not. The stress is not good for you and the baby, " he said again. "You are not a doctor so how can you be so sure?" she teased. "I read it in that father guidebook on how to take care of your wife during a pregnancy," he said with a smug expression. He seemed to be so proud of himself that he was reading so much about the process. "Okay then you win, I better go get ready for work then"

"You're starting already?" "Preparation matters." "The baby isn't even born yet." "She will be soon." "Right." After my shower, I lay in bed while he kept reading beside me. A few minutes later, he spoke. "The book says girls need their father's companionship." "And?" "So I'll make sure to spend more time with her." I laughed. "You're planning her entire life already?" "Of course." I rested against his shoulder and looked at the page. "What else does it say?"

He is reading a book as usual and I wonder how easily he reached out for the book in the few minutes I left to instruct Stephanie. “Dalia?” he frowns, probably wondering what the problem is. I was the problem. “The father of this child is Eros West.” I swallow, waiting for his reaction. It was like telling him I am pregnant over and over again. “Like the West family? Eros West? West Inc.?” My Dad asks with a bewildering look on his face. I nod.

When I found out Laura was pregnant, I was really happy and excited. Our baby hadn't been born yet but I had been imagining how adorable he looked when he called me dad. I thought I would be the happiest man in the world. Being a good father was not an easy thing. I bought a lot of books and learned a lot of knowledge on caring for pregnant women and educating young children. I hoped I could give Laura and our baby the best of mine.

“The way he looks at you wouldn’t change the fact that I still think he likes you. Okay tell me, how do you plan on raising your baby? In this place? Without a father?” What the hell is wrong with me? How could I not have thought about this? “You better not tell me that you plan on leaving the poor child here while you go out working? Have you thought about child and ante-natal that you would be starting very soon? I’m not always going to be around you know? And even if I am around, there’s a limit to what I can do. Tell me, how do I help a heavily pregnant woman about to go into labor from this floor down to the ground floor? How do I do that uh? Listen, the best gift you could give your un

Instinctively, my hand stroked the large bump of my belly, feeling a subtle movement from within that never failed to make my heart flutter. "Be patient, my love... soon you’ll meet both your parents. We love you so much," I whispered softly, barely audible amidst the clinking of crystal glasses and the polite laughter of high-society guests. In front of me, two meter-high cake towers stood grandly under a silk canopy that fluttered gently in the breeze. One was pale pink with sugar pearl decorations, and the other a sky blue with shimmering satin ribbon details. David deliberately didn't want to know the baby's gender until the day of delivery. He said he wanted every second of this anticip

“That will never happen. I will never choose between you and our baby. Just let this one go. I’ll talk to him. It started between me and my father anyway. It’s time I’ll see my father.” “I don’t trust him, Estelle.” “He’s not gonna hurt me.” She picked up one of the books I bought about fatherhood and first-time dads. A little smile appeared on her lips. “Don’t touch that.” I took it from her. “You don’t know that. You know what he’s capable of.” “He’s my father, Gabriel. You have to understand that.” She slid her ass to sit on my desk, checking the books one by one. “You’ve been reading, huh.” She sounded more amused than impressed.

And the closer Dorothy and I get to holding our child, the more I realize—I don’t want to repeat his mistakes. I’ve been scared of being a father. I won’t lie about that. Scared I’ll be too cold, too harsh, too absent. But every time I see Dorothy smile, every time I feel her fingers rest on her stomach, I swear to myself… I will be ten times the man my father ever was.