The Expectant Father Audiobook Novels & Stories

"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."

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

“I love you too, Blake. More than I ever imagined possible. I can’t wait to see you with our baby.” Neither could I. Fatherhood, as daunting as it undoubtedly must be, was something I looked forward to more and more each day. I couldn’t wait for the baby to finally get here, but we were only halfway there. It was going to be a tough wait for the next few months, but we would do it. It would be worth everything in the end, I was sure of it.

My heart was pounding so loud inside my chest as I waited in anticipation for Caspian to deliver the news. “We invited you for dinner because we have a very exciting news to share with you, father...” he began. Mr. Ferrer's eyebrows twitched, urging Caspian to continue. I can tell that he sensed where the conversation was going, but he didn't interrupt, because maybe he wanted to hear it straight from us. Caspian looked at me with an assuring smile, and then he looked at his father again. “We’re expecting a baby. My wife is pregnant.”

and "Dad's Voice: The Secret to Prenatal Bonding." Who would've thought that Gregory—the future head of the powerful Sinclair family in Castenea, a man famous across the city—wouldn't be holding the latest financial reports or billion-dollar project files but rather a stack of pregnancy guides? Judging by the bookmarks, he'd clearly been reading them for a while. Adrian looked at Gregory meaningfully. "Alright, spill it. When did you start reading all of these?"

he says, cringing. “Apparently, that’s daddy pregnancy symptoms! It’s called Couvade Syndrome. It’s when dads experience sympathy pregnancy vibes. If you don’t believe me, ask the pack doctor at the appointment. It’s a real thing.” So far, we’ve only been able to listen to our baby’s heartbeat through a fetal Doppler when the pack nurse came to check on me at the manor the day after the Moon Festival. We’re scheduled to visit the doctor tomorrow and I’ve been so excited about it.

Afterward, he laid his head on her stomach, his ear pressed to the place where their baby was growing. "Hello in there," he whispered. "I'm your father. I'm already terrified of you." Mira laughed—a surprised, watery sound. "You're ridiculous." "I'm honest." He pressed a kiss to her belly. "I'm going to spoil you rotten. I'm going to teach you to be stubborn and fierce and unafraid. I'm going to love you more than I've ever loved anyone." "More than me?" He looked up at her, his gray eyes soft. "Different than you. You're my partner. My equal. My heart. This baby is my hope. My chance to do something right."

I sipped my juice, watching him through the half-open partition. The way he moved, confident, commanding, yet never cruel. The way his men straightened when he spoke, listened without interrupting. The quiet respect they gave him. He was going to be a father. The ultrasound pictures were folded in my purse under the seat. I hadn’t told him yet. I wanted to, God, I wanted to.

On top of that, Sayidati had mentioned taking a sabbatical year to have a peaceful pregnancy, not to participate in endless parties. Bruno and I entered the main office of the house. My father approached a bookshelf, pulled out a large book, and walked toward us slowly. From the look in his eyes, it was clear he was worried about something. “When Ebrahim considered the idea of becoming the father of our children, I went through a period of deep concern,” he said, opening the book to a specific page and handing it to Bruno. I stepped closer, trying to see what was written on those pages I didn’t recognize. I had no idea what was in the book, but judging by the expression on the muscular man b

It was a life full of challenges and surprises, but more importantly, it was a life full of love. Luke sprawled out in front of me, his head resting comfortably in my lap, speaking softly to the new life growing inside me. His voice, muffled against my swollen belly, was a melody of excitement and tenderness. He spoke to our unborn daughter affectionately, telling her about the world awaiting her arrival, about the family eager to welcome her. Moments like these showcased the depth of Luke's transformation from a man haunted by fears of inadequacy to a father whose heart was boundless in its capacity to love and nurture.