The Expectant Father Audiobook Novels & Stories

The woman is as nervous or even more nervous than my parents and me together. I stroke my belly with a silly smile. The last few months have been like paradise. Brandon is overjoyed with my pregnancy, treating me like a queen, showering me with pampering and affection. I confess, I'm loving it! He spends hours reading stories to Aaron. It seems like the baby already recognizes his father's voice because he gets all excited when he hears it. We are very excited about the baby's arrival!

It got worse after lunch. I was sitting on the sofa with my feet up, Liam's instructions, he said it was non-negotiable and good for the baby. He had pointed at the sofa and said "feet up" and I had decided this was not a hill worth dying on when he appeared in the living room doorway holding a book. "What To Expect When You're Expecting." He had a pen. He also had highlighted sections. "Mr White." I stared at the book. "Where did you get that?"

"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.

my father instructs making me almost spew blood in disbelief “I don’t understand, what other proper explanation are you expecting to get from the Weston’s when we both know that Ember is really pregnant so I strongly feel what we will be looking for a way forward”I express “Looking for a way forward is exactly what I am doing, that is why I told you to break up your engagement with Ember so that when the impact of the scandal dies down, you can announce your engagement with Eden Weston” my father answers with a cool ,calm and collected voice

Inside, I found hundreds of notes in Axel’s handwriting. He noted the things he liked and put my name and a question mark on a few others. Many of the notes were about what to get depending on the gender of the baby. There were also notes about whether something would be safe for an infant. Tears filled my eyes as I flipped through a few more magazines. At the bottom of the box was a book for mothers who were expecting, as well as a book for fathers. In only a week, it seemed Axel had put in a lot of effort and was excited about having a child.

It couldn’t be normal a father didn’t look forward to something like this. This part had always made him anxious. That waiting for the tech to find the heartbeat. To make sure the baby had all it’s parts and was developing normally. Today proved no different as the sound of a fast and strong heartbeat emitted from the machine. He relaxed a bit back into his chair. Blair looked teary-eyed, that sound seemed to choke her up every time. Perhaps he really was a cold-hearted, emotionless bastard like he’d been called before, as he didn’t feel immense joy over the sound of his child’s heartbeat. He was really fucked up not to be moved by it.

“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

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.

My hands explored running down his chest and stomach then back up under his shirt, feeling the toned skin of his body and bumps raised across his skin. He pulled back with a shiver and watched me for a moment. “We don’t have to you know.” He muttered and I nodded. “Apparently an increased sex drive is a perfectly normal side effect of being pregnant.” I muttered nipping at his lower lip and smiling as he chuckled. “Is that so? Well then maybe we should do something about that? After all I’m fairly sure it’s an expectant fathers’ job to do everything the expectant mother needs.” He joked and I shook my head at him.