Kristina Moritz- Audiobook Demo- Personable, Engaging
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I'm not exactly an expert in this department, Tom said to Isabel on the afternoon of the baby's arrival. And you never will be. If you stand around like that, I just need you to hold her while I check the bottles warm enough. Come on. She won't bite, she said, smiling. Not for now. At any rate, the child was barely the length of Tom's forearm, but he took her as though he were handling an octopus. Just a still a minute, said Isabel, arranging his arms. All right, keep them like that. And now she made a final adjustment. She's all yours. For the next two minutes, she went through to the kitchen. It was the first time Tom had ever been alone with a baby. He stayed as if standing to attention. Terrified of failing inspection, the child started to wriggle, kicking her feet and arms and a maneuver which flummoxed him steady on. Be fair on a bloke now, he implored as he tried to get a better grip. Remember to keep her head supported, Isabel called. Immediately. He slipped a hand up to the baby's scalp, registering its smallness in the palm of his hand. she squirmed again, so he rocked her gently. Come on, be a sport play fair with your Uncle Tom. As she planted him and looked right into his eyes, Tom was suddenly aware of an almost physical ache. She was giving him a glimpse of a world he would now surely never know. Isabelle returned with the bottle here. She put it into Tom's hand and guided it to the baby's mouth, demonstrating had a tap gently at her lips until she latched on. Tom was absorbed by how the process performed itself. The very fact that the baby required nothing of him stirred a sense of reverence for something far beyond his comprehension.