Birth Fiction Novels & Stories

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV Two weeks have gone by, and I am really enjoying life with my new little one. Giving birth was very painful, but it's definitely the best thing I’ve ever done in my life. I didn’t expect to get pregnant this soon, but I wouldn't change a thing about it.

Then the Stag ran back off into the Forrest. Bradford kicked rocks and looked around him. “Well, if they could stay here for centuries, I can handle waiting for the stag.” He went back into the cabin and worked with the herbs. Remembering the bookshelf, he walked over and thumbed the spines as he lazily read them. Most of which didn’t have titles. When you opened one they were meticulously written. A sentence caught his gaze, “…I just knew he couldn’t have died….I felt him but Bastion wouldn’t lie to me. I didn’t make it full term but I had taken all of my families herbs to protect unborn babies. Could something have been amiss? Was he born deformed or frightening? Why wouldn’t they let me s

Each person or supernatural was given a number. “Number 86503 died giving birth to a deformed fetus.” “Number 64951 was ripped apart by her fetus when it tore out of her body.” “Number 75964 died of blood loss and anemia when the fetus drained the mother’s body of blood.” Goddess these people were sick. Amber has no idea how lucky she was to survive. I continue to search until I find a reference to a mother who survived giving birth to a hybrid. “Number 89521 gave birth to a live fetus. The fetus, a female, and was born normal. Male donor, number 54981, has viable sperm when used with a female host strong enough to support the larger, more powerful fetus.”

The two demonic wisteria fetuses he ate were the only remaining two. Although several women had already died in the one hundred or so coffins, not every one of them had successfully given birth to matured demonic wisteria fetuses. Like how a normal human conceived, there were possible cases of miscarriage in the process… For example, weaker mothers might have illnesses that would result in their deaths halfway through the fetus’ breeding process. Naturally, with the mother dead, the fetus wouldn’t be able to survive either.

I could hear the hushed chatter of the medical staff, their voices fading into the distance. "Mrs. Scarlett's baby is about to be born, we have to stay with her." "But this woman's condition is critical. She'll die if we don't help her." "The poison has spread to her organs, and the fetal heartbeat is weakening..." "Get the emergency kit, now!" I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, different from the contractions. This was the pain of death. My hand rested on my stomach. My once-swollen belly was slackening, becoming flat.

Natalie was confused. Force Yvonne to come out? What kind of logic was that?! Natalie clearly didn't understand what Caleb meant by that! "She's been gone too long. I'm sure her belly has grown bigger now, but I still can't find any news about her." "..." "According to the timeline, she's got two months left to give birth. In these two months, she must come back to me." What was it like for a woman when she was giving birth? It was a dangerous and intense experience.

And if I am, I honestly don’t know who the father of the baby is. I didn’t think this kind of thing was supposed to happen to smart women like me. Maybe I’m not quite as smart as I thought. By the time the results come in, I’m not even surprised when she confirms I’m expecting. Several other emotions run through me, including both excitement and worry. I had begun to get excited about having a baby when Kyle and I decided to try but I never imagined raising one on my own. If it’s Kyle’s, it will tie me to him for the rest of my life when I have only just left him behind. If it’s Enzo’s, I don’t know if he will care or want anything to do with it. I don’t even know how to reach him. Either pa

was doomed to fail. In fact, Paul was eager for me to damage my body with the treatments. Unbeknownst to them, the IVF treatment worked. Nine months later, at the age of 59, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy named Logan Shepherd. Just as I raised my trembling fingers to stroke his cheek, the door to the hospital room flew open with a loud bang. The family of four who had disappeared for nearly a year scrambled in, flustered and panicked.

Instead it splashed all over Rita, and I was the one who made it happen. I kept writing, filling the board with incidents in different colored markers. DOMINIC - WAREHOUSE ACCIDENT. BLAIR - SCHOOL SUICIDE. FOOD POISONING - TONIGHT. Each one got its own question mark, its own space on the board where I could examine it from every angle.

"Booking tickets? Where are you planning to go?" I turned my phone face down on the table. "I was refunding concert tickets. I missed the show because of the hospital." He pinched my cheek and smiled. "You could have had someone else do that. Why did you leave the hospital by yourself? Why didn't you wait for me to pick you up?" Before I could answer, the door opened. Elena walked in carrying a bottle of massage oil, all soft smiles and concern. "You just gave birth, little sister. Your back and legs must be aching. I learned a few therapy techniques. Let me help."