The Expectant Father Audiobook Novels & Stories

He listened intently to the instructors and asked thoughtful questions, wanting to be well-prepared for the arrival of their little one. The bond between them grew stronger as they shared intimate moments, reading books aloud to the baby and singing lullabies together. Alexander made it a point to talk to the baby every night, expressing his care and excitement at becoming a father. He cherished these times, knowing they were forming memories that would last a lifetime.

She preaching forgiveness was hypocritical. A hand gently touching my face dragged me out of my thoughts and I was faced with the most capturing eyes I had ever seen, “Is it true?”, his voice sounded low and raspy, probably struggling to breath after my father had held his neck, “That you are expecting?”, a small smile made its way to my lips, “Yes, we are”, I emphasized on the ‘we’ to confirm that he was indeed the father of our unborn pup-human? Honestly, I could not be bothered as to what species the child was, all I knew was that he or she was ours to cherish and spoil filthy.

“I look forward to it.” “Really? Because last time you were here, you looked terrified when he tried to climb on your lap.” “Last time I was here, I didn't know how to handle a one-year-old. Now I've been reading parenting books.” I stared at him. “You have been reading parenting books?” “Research,” he said defensively. “Knowledge preparation.” Sophia's delighted squeal made us both wince. “You are pregnant! Oh my God, Em, you are pregnant! When? How far along? Boy or girl? I'm going to be an aunt!”

“And did you ever stop to think about what a father experiences during this time?” I burst into louder laughter, spinning slightly in his arms. “Wait, what? A father? What do you mean?” He grinned mischievously, hands still rubbing my belly. “We feel the tension, the stress, the anticipation… the waiting, the sleepless nights worrying about you and the baby. Our hearts race every time something unexpected happens. And don’t forget the emotional rollercoaster, knowing you’re carrying our child.” I laughed harder, aligning with him completely. “Oh, I guess you do suffer too! I never realized a man could endure all this silently while making it look effortless. I should have warned you.”

He sighed again, deeper this time and almost pained. “I can’t wait,” he murmured, squeezing gently, watching the wet spot spread. “Once the baby is born… once my father takes it away… you’ll be all mine, Ciara. Every part of you. No more waiting. No more sharing. Just you. Just me.” I felt sick deep in my stomach, the kind of sick that had nothing to do with the pup and everything to do with him. Nausea rolled again, sharp and bitter, but I swallowed it.

My breath caught, my chest tightening as the reality settled in fully, impossibly, making everything feel like it was moving beneath me. His father. I slept with my fiancé’s father. This couldn’t be real. The dizziness came fast, overwhelming, and I instinctively held onto Ryan, my fingers gripping him tightly, because I was certain that if I let go, I would collapse right there in front of everyone. “No, we haven’t met,” his father said calmly. His gaze never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, Elara.”

"You are eating for two. Or three. God, please let it be one this time." "One is fine," Serenity laughed, sipping the milk. "Two wild animals are enough for now." The plane took off smoothly. Mid-flight, Jackson pulled out a thick book: 'The Expectant Father: A Guide to the 40 Weeks.' He put on his reading glasses (which made him look devastatingly intellectual) and started highlighting passages with a neon marker. "Did you know," Jackson frowned at page 45, "That caffeine can cross the placenta? That's it. No more coffee for you. Or tea. Or chocolate."

up against his hand. Ash's gaze widened. "Was that" "The baby. Relocating. Greetings. Ash fell on his knees. pressed his ear to her abdomen. "Hello, young one. I'm your father. I am really excited to meet you. Clara observed him. This dude is dangerous and strong. The flutter of their unborn child sent them to tears. Never in her life had she loved him more. We are going to be good at this," she said. Being a parent. We will be incredibly devoted to this baby.

“Swear on my life. I spent the whole afternoon Googling recipes.” I gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “You really didn’t have to go this far.” “I know,” he said. “But I wanted to. You and the baby... you make me feel like I’ve finally done something right.” He launched into stories about his day—how he’d gone to a bookstore and bought three parenting books, all with conflicting advice. How he ran into an old college friend who nearly passed out when Derrick told him he was going to be a father. How he hadn’t stopped smiling since.

"Julius was kind to me. He found me crying and he was kind to me. That's all." "Kind," Hudson laughed, cold and cruel. "Is that what you call fucking in a parking garage? Kindness?" I couldn't answer. My throat was too tight, my chest heaving as I tried not to cry. "Maribel told me something interesting today," Hudson continued, watching my face. "She said she saw you at a hospital. An OB/GYN office, to be specific." "You're pregnant," He said it like a statement, not a question. "With my father's baby."