What To Expect When You Re Expecting Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

She grinned. “Yes!” I shouted, picking her up, spinning her, and almost busting my ass again in the coffee and baby mess. “Clean up that mess and get ready for work. Cassidy got out of my grasp, offering me a picture. “I think we should wait till the last night of Hanukkah to tell your mom. But I’ll bring the ultrasound tonight when we see our friends.” She smiled. It looks like a tiny alien, but that little alien is our baby, and fuck, I’m excited to meet them. And knowing we would be closing on this great traditional brick four-bedroom house on a quiet street was the cherry on top.

“It’s called being prepared.” “Is it?” she teases, picking up a book titled The Expectant Father and flipping through it. “Because it kind of looks like you’re trying to earn a PhD in babyology.” “Laugh all you want,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “This stuff matters.” Her smirk fades slightly, and she sets the book down. “I know it does. And for the record, I think it’s great that you’re diving into all of this. It’s just... different, seeing you like this.”

Audrey subconsciously raised a brow upon hearing what her husband called her. She couldn’t help but pull a sneer at him when their eyes met. ‘Baby?’ she thought. “How many babies you have?” Audrey blurted out. “I heard you’re expecting a newborn baby seven months from now,” she added.

Elder Festus's voice is much more firmer than that of his superior, Adolphus. "This is insane, how in the world can such a thing be implemented in this park?" "It has been so right before our existence," Elder Festus states matter-of-factly as he pushes a big black ancient book to my side. I reluctantly go through the book, and after spending the least five minutes skimming through it, I can feel my breath getting caught up in my throat. In a rush, I slam the book shut before returning my attention to them. "How come no one ever told me?" My voice is rough and bitter, and lastly, it sounds accusing.

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…”

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Before I could object, he lifted me from the chair and sat, pulling me down on his lap. We spent the next hour reading out loud to each other, stopping every so often to discuss something new we’d found. It was reassuring to find a cause for my new fears, to know that I was not alone when it came to the tricks the mind can play on a young woman going through this. This particular book was geared towards young expectant mothers, which I appreciated. They didn’t sugarcoat anything, didn’t make it sound like everything came up roses; no, they were very true to the vagaries that befell women at this stage of the game.

“I do want soda. It makes me a little sick, but I don’t vomit when I drink it, and since it tastes so good it’s worth it. I’m not uncomfortable with the mate thing; honestly, I don’t think I understand it well enough to be uncomfortable with it at this point.” “You know, there’s this handy dandy document on your phone called the mate manual,” Zed remarked. “It’s on mine too. Maybe you should read it.” “Is there an audiobook?” I checked. “I can make one.” A grin stretched my lips. I wouldn’t mind hearing his gorgeous voice reading anything at all. “Alright, when we swap seats, you can read me the damn mate manual.” He lifted a fist in the air, like a sarcastic fist-pump almost.

A month of finding out I wasn't who I thought I was. I took a deep breath and let my back sink into the seat. The road ahead might be hard. But I had to get there first. The drive from Anatolikos to Dytikos was a never-ending stretch of gray road. It was long, boring, and—thanks to Cain—dead quiet. I had begged him for an audiobook, naming twenty different titles, but he only gave me cold shrugs and grunts. I tried to start a conversation, but I might as well have been talking to the dashboard.

Raven sat on the kitchen counter, watching Damon move around the kitchen. She kept a hand on her abdomen, hoping the nausea would subside soon. The morning sickness was getting worse every day, and according to the classic book to read during pregnancy, “What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” it could get worse before it gets better when carrying twins. She was dreading so much of what she had read, but the thought of her babies, the only part she had left of the man she had fallen in love with.