The Expectant Father Audiobook Novels & Stories

Then he muttered under his breath, “Ah, so this was what they were saying.” My brows furrowed. “What?” I sniffed. He gave a small, crooked smile. “Since last night, I’ve been reading about pregnancy. About what to expect.” I blinked, surprised. “You’ve been reading about it?” He nodded. “Yeah. Apparently, your emotions go all over the place. You’ll be happy one second, crying the next, craving things that don’t even make sense.” He reached out, brushing his thumb gently across my chin. “And you might even start questioning if I want you or the baby. But Reina…”

“I was scared when the test was negative. Not because I didn’t want it. But because I realized… I do want it. Someday. A baby with you. Your eyes. Your smile. Your heart. I want to grow our family. When we’re ready. When the healing feels solid. When I know I can be the mother they deserve.” Chase’s breath caught. His hand came up. Cupped her cheek. Thumb brushing away a tear she hadn’t realized had fallen. “I want that too,” he whispered. “More than anything. But only when you’re ready. No pressure. No timeline. Just… when it feels right.” She smiled… tears shimmering. “It will feel right. Because it’s us.” He kissed her then… deep, reverent, full of promise. When they parted, she rested he

Chloe stood in the middle of the foyer in my robe, and as I watched, she slid one hand slowly down the silk and rested it flat against her stomach. My own hand moved before my brain understood why, pressing against my own stomach, against the soft, aching emptiness where my son had lived for thirty-eight weeks and five days. Two days ago there had been a heartbeat under my palm. Two days ago I'd sung to him in the bath. My body remembered the weight of him in my arms, so small, so light, so silent, and every cell in me understood what she was about to say one heartbeat before she said it.

The thought arrived uninvited and refused to leave. The video played silently at first. His lips moved, calm and measured, speaking words I could not hear. The room around me felt too quiet, too fragile. I unmuted it. The first sentence I heard shattered everything. “I am the father of Aria’s unborn child.” The world went blank. Sound disappeared. Air vanished. Time stopped. “What—” The word left my mouth as a broken whisper. Did he just…? My hands trembled as I tried to rewind the video, fingers slipping against the screen. My heart hammered so violently it drowned out the audio.

“This isn’t like the last.” He told her as if he were trying to reassure her. Something she never thought she'd hear from him.. His attitude towards her since yesterday had been unkind. He was a man, after all, who was capable of bringing down empires and ruining lives because he felt like it. Yet, here he was, offering something that resembled comfort. Since it was unusual, she took his word for it, but her hand still quivered. “Now,” said the patriarch. “Repeat your vows after me,”

I gave a faint nod, my expression still somber. Seeing my concern, she thought for a moment before suggesting, “Mr. Everett, our hospital offers a Natural Childbirth Experience Center specifically for expectant fathers, along with preparation classes. If you’re interested, you’re welcome to sign up.” Upon hearing this, I considered briefly before making a swift decision. “Then please register me.” Surprised by my prompt agreement, she hesitated before nodding. “Certainly. I’ll register you. Someone will contact you directly regarding the class schedule.”

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.”

"We need to tell people. Priya. Mark. Marguerite. Your grandfather." "We will. But first, let us just enjoy this. Just the two of us. And the two of them." He placed his hand on my belly, his palm warm through the cashmere. "Hello in there, boys. I am your father. I have been waiting for you for a very long time." One of the babies kicked, a solid thump against his hand, and Devin laughed out loud. "I think they heard you," I said. "Good. They should get used to my voice. I plan on talking to them constantly."

The doctor responded. Jackson squeezed his fingers tightly. He smiled widely at the ultrasound results on the monitor. His heart was beating very strongly. He felt such a strong bond between him and the baby. He really couldn't wait for his baby to be born safely. "Do you always talk to her stomach?" The doctor asked Shane. "What? What did you say?" Shane looked at the doctor with a confused look on his face. "The fetus can recognize the father's voice. If he is often spoken to while in the womb, the father and child relationship will be strongly bonded. The baby can feel pleasure if he feels loved by his parents. So, you should talk to him often." The doctor explained.

she said,turning her gaze to the spacious golf course in front of them. "I hope this not gonna be the end of us..." said Gabriel, suddenly felt melancholic. Emily smiled faintly, she stayed silent, lost for words. "May I?" asked Gabriel, gesturing his hand to touch Emily's bump. "Yeah,of course you're the father," said Emily then gulped nervously. Gabriel put his hands on Emily's bump, "I hope he is going to have a wonderful life better than ours ," whispered,his voice was stuck in his throat. He wasn't sure that he could be a father, especially with the usual condition that they had right now.