The Expectant Father Audiobook Novels & Stories

"You watched YouTube videos on foot massage?" "And prenatal yoga. And swaddling techniques. And approximately fifty hours of 'what to expect during labor' content." He moved to my other foot. "I like to be prepared." Something in my chest cracked open. "You're going to be an amazing father." His hands stilled for just a moment. Then continued, gentler now. "I hope so." "You will be. You already are." I watched him work, this powerful CEO who'd brought his entire company to a standstill just to sit beside my hospital bed. "Tell me about your father."

I was shaking, sobbing with pleasure, “Goddamn, listen to you—screaming for Daddy’s cum like the campus slut you are. My son’s texting you right now and you’re creaming all over his father’s cock—fuck, I’m right there—gonna breed this tight pussy—gonna knock you up on my desk—take it, baby—TAKE DADDY’S LOAD!” He slammed in to me last time and exploded. “Fuuuuck—I’m cumming—Daddy’s cumming so hard inside you—feel that, princess?

Author’s POV “I can’t wait to see the look on Father’s face when the Queen appears before everyone in the kingdom. All his lies will finally be exposed, when they discover he’s the one who kept her locked away for more than a decade.” Kai smirked to himself, the thought burning with anticipation.

I watched him curiously, wondering what he was doing. “I’ve been thinking a lot about… “ he paused for a moment before he proceeded. “ About the baby, us, everything, you know,” he said as he came back to sit beside me. He was holding the book, as he played over it, his eyes never meeting mine “I never imagined myself as a father before or even the possibility of being one. It’s not something I wanted. But now… I’m starting to get excited. I’ve been reading books, watching documentaries about fatherhood, trying to understand what to expect.” He paused, and I could see a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, his hands were shaking and his breath was short.

--- Saturday, I spent the day preparing. Not for the conversation. For the anatomy scan. I bought a new notebook. Started a baby journal. Week 16. What I want you to know. Your dad works a lot. Like, A LOT. But he loves you already. So much. He talks to you when he thinks I'm sleeping. Tells you about his day. About the patients he saved. About how he can't wait to meet you. I'm scared sometimes. That we won't make it. Your dad and me. That the stress will break us. But I'm also hopeful. Because we love each other. And we love you. And maybe that's enough.

This wasn't something he had expected…he thought for the child’s sake Livia wouldn't want to leave but she'd rather leave the baby with him. Somehow he was expecting this from Livia but he hopes it would happen in a few years ahead not so soon…he sat on the couch, took out his phone to search for something je never expected himself to search for. The search bar said: single father routine for newborns.

The soft mechanical hum suddenly feels louder than gunshots. “Let’s see what the little one is up to,” she says. I move closer to the bed. Closer to Mel. Closer to the screen. My heart is pounding so hard I’m surprised it’s not visible through my shirt. I’m terrified. I’m exhilarated. I’m going to be a father. A father. Everything starts rearranging itself in my head. Everything makes more sense — The pregnancy book. The weird looks between her and Kiara. The secret appointment.

“We’ll deal with him later. This is more important,” “Are you sure you’re not getting your priorities mixed up?” “Are you sure you’re not?” Killian and Caspian held a tense staring contest. Sure, Anthony was a problem to be solved, but Killian figured that could wait. Audrey would be safe as long as she’s with them. Anthony wouldn’t have a chance to get his hands on her. On the other hand, the baby growing inside her belly couldn’t wait. Killian just learned that he might be a father and this was more important than anything else. He was feeling so many emotions all at once, he could only wonder what Audrey must be feeling.

only then he shifted his gaze from me to Erik. He then gripped Erik’s arms and said with excitement-filled voice, “Erik, I am not dreaming… I am really going to be a dad…did you hear me? I am going to be a dad.” There were joy, excitement and lots of other happy emotions mixed in his voice. He rushed towards me, pulled me on his arms and filled me on his warm embrace. Making me feel relaxed and happy, and I felt my eyes tearing up in his embrace. “Ella… I am going to be a dad…” he said merrily.

I don't give a damn what he thinks any longer. My heart is no longer able to bear the strain of what is occurring. I want to apologize to my unborn child since he is upset right now because I am crying. He can now feel me, and I know he feels things too. It's excellent that he recognizes and comprehends my suffering. But no, his father. Because our child is experiencing my unintentional frustrations, I feel bad for him. The physician claimed to hear what I hear. That implies that he is aware of my sobs. What his father was saying might be heard by him. He overheard us speaking to Clifford.