Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 292: Will I Be A Good Father?

She should have known that once she got in bed with him, he wouldn’t let her off easily.

Though he didn’t actively exhaust her completely, allowing her to rest after everytime she finished, he would end up taking her again when she had fully caught her breath, in the end she laid exhausted in his arms and slept all the way till morning.

When Anne woke up, she felt sore in certain places, but to her surprise a pleasant aroma drifted into her nose, as she fully opened her eyes, she sighted Andrew strolling into the bedroom carrying a tray of breakfast.

"Morning, Sweetheart." He greeted her with a devious smirk that reminded her of everything he did last night.

Tsk, she shouldn’t just call him a giant tornado, he was a hurricane.

He dropped the breakfast at the coffee table then came over to her side of the bed, sitting by the edge.

Anne pushed herself to sit up and she shifted her hair which was sticking to her face.

"Do you still feel tired?" He asked, gentling his voice.

Even till this moment, it amazed Anne how gentle he could be with her. Whenever he looked at her like this, she always felt like the most fragile and precious thing that he treasured.

Smiling at him reassuringly, she told him, "I’m fine."

His gaze dropped to her stomach which was concealed beneath the sheets that wrapped around her body and Anne saw a flicker of worry in his dark eyes.

Anne glanced down at her stomach following his gaze.

She knew he was careful about her pregnancy, at the same time there seemed to be some wariness. She also knew he wanted to have this little family with her but it was something happening to him for the very first time, he didn’t know what to do about a child still growing in her stomach.

Anne picked up his hand and brought it towards her, he glanced at her curiously as she kissed the back of his hand which was lined with thick veins then slowly brought his hand down to her stomach.

"I heard a baby can recognize it’s mother and it’s father’s voice even before it’s born, if you caress the stomach it feels your touch and knows it’s you."

A look of genuine fascination lit up Andrew’s eyes as she said that, he continued to stare at her stomach then she felt his hand which she placed there relax, caressing her stomach with the utmost feather light touch. He looked like he had so much to say but he couldn’t find the words, in the end he leaned down, quietly placing a soft kiss to her stomach, it caused a warm smile to raise her lips.

When he pulled back, he continued to stare at her stomach before he asked something in a quiet voice,

"Will I be a good father? I don’t know what it’s like having a father, how can I possibly father someone else?" The tortured look on his face made Anne’s heart ache painfully.

She lifted her hand and settled her palm against his face.

"You only need one thing to be a good father Andrew." She could see worry shining in his eyes.

He, who liked to mask his emotions from others learned to show it in front of her, learned to trust and love her. Anne knew for a certain he would be a wonderful father to their child.

"You only need to love your child unconditionally, and it makes you the best father in the world. I have no doubt, you will be a great father."

Her soft spoken words seemed to seep into him and his heart settled, she could see it in the way he released a tensed breath, leaning to the touch of her hand on his face closing his eyes.

He nodded, taking her words in, leaning in to kiss her forehead adoringly before picking her up with the white sheets she wrapped around her body while another end of it trailed behind on the floor.

"Time for breakfast, I made it myself." He announced to her huskily.

Anne was surprised to hear that.

"You made breakfast yourself?" She asked incredulously and he nodded.

"I didn’t know you could cook, Andrew." She said as he settled in the sofa still holding her in his lap.

"I don’t cook, but I wanted to make you something." He admitted making Anne wonder what his food would taste like, she looked down at the breakfast spread on the tray.

There was a small round bowl of oatmeal topped with fruits arranged very neatly, almost to utmost perfection. Beside that some toast, scrambled eggs, and a glass of juice.

It was a simple yet healthy breakfast, and coming from Andrew, she wasn’t surprised.

He asked what she wanted to try first and when she pointed at the eggs, he fed it to her patiently waiting for her reaction while staring at her intently.

Anne chewed and paused a little, her expression changing slightly but she schooled her look and gave him a smile.

"How is it?"

To anyone, they could tell her smile was somewhat forced. Andrew could see it too making him frown slightly.

"Is it bad?" He asked worriedly.

He had gotten up early to make breakfast specially for her, Anne couldn’t bear to disappoint him by criticizing what he made, even if it tasted like he mashed the whole shell into the eggs because on the very first bite she had chewed on some of the eggshells, and the salty taste felt like he dumped an entire cupful of salt into the eggs, then there was another weird taste that could have been a foreign spice Anne found in the kitchen overused and too much added into the eggs.

Anne swallowed and lightened her expression.

"It tastes really nice." She lied through her teeth, but his frown merely deepened and he reached out to take a fork full of the eggs to taste for himself but Anne stopped his hand.

"Could you pass me the juice please?"

He dropped the eggs and passed her the juice. Thankfully he didn’t try to squeeze the fresh orange juice himself, otherwise she would most likely be swallowing some seeds or the orange peels right now.

Everything on that tray was a little bit...

Anne refrained from scrunching her face up, he was being extremely sweet to her, there was no need to disappoint him.

Andrew quietly studied Anne’s expression as she ate, she was smiling yet he felt like something was wrong. In the end, he picked up the eggs before she could eat from it again because she was reaching for it, and he tried it himself, but on the very first chew, something crunched under his teeth.

He halted and looked at Anne and she smiled awkwardly.

Had she actually eaten such terribly tasting eggs?