Books With Pregnancy Trope Novels & Stories

'I can't believe I fell asleep packing my clothes,' I yawn. 'Your body is busy creating our little baby. It's normal to be tired.' Ace smiles. 'How do you know?' Ace pulls a book out from his suitcase and passes it to me. I read the title out loud. 'All You Need to Know About Pregnancy,' I say, giving him a look. 'Have you really been reading this?' 'Yep. You've been falling asleep early each night and I didn’t want the TV to wake you, so I thought I'd read. I saw this book when we went shopping the other day and I thought it might be a smart idea to read it.'

I gasped for air, but the pain in my abdomen kept sinking deeper and deeper. I had taken prenatal classes with Jeremiah. I knew what was happening. The trauma had triggered early labor. Although I knew the chances of saving the baby were slim, I couldn't give up hope. I begged Ethan again. "I was wrong. I'll never do it again. Please, spare me and the baby. I'm going into labor. Please call an ambulance. I'm begging you…" Ethan spat at me. "Even now, you're still thinking about that child? You clearly haven't learned a lesson! There's no way I'm letting that child leave the Moore residence alive!"

They would gain 20 pounds in less than three months of pregnancy and face a lot of problems later. Aside from being a little anemic, Jessamine's results were all in the normal range. She was practically the ideal pregnant woman Melissa had hoped for.

I asked, trying to persuade her. She looks at me like I'm mentally deranged and needs urgent attention. "You still read fiction girl?" "Okay, fine. It's the gown. I don't like it. It's too short." I said, looking at the gown with disgust. Chole however has none of it. She picked up the gown and scrutinized it. "You'll be pretty in this gown. It'll show off your badass curves and your booty, girl." Chole is always like this. She has a unique way of making things look more beautiful than they are. Most times it's frustrating.

Everyone always tried to limit her by sending bodyguards to her. The only thing she needed to do was ignore them—just like she always tried to do. Her feet stepped down the aisle of bookshelves one by one. The smell of new pages made her feel at ease—calm and pleasant that she intended to linger there. Usually, she prefers to buy fiction books with the theme of love stories because she likes to spend time reading romance books. However, she passed through the hall this time without intending to find a book there. Her hand reached out and took a book with a pink cover entitled; Pregnancy and How to Deal with It through the first three months.

What he didn't know was that the woman, once told she might never conceive, was now carrying his child. "Baby, you've been distracted all month. Are you still worried about not being able to get pregnant? I love you. As long as you're by my side, it doesn't matter if we never have children." His gentle voice filled my ears. I stared blankly at him, only to notice the book in his hands—The Pregnancy Guide. The memory of the hospital surged up all at once, and a bitter smile tugged at my lips. River must have noticed the change in my expression because he quickly tried to cover the book title. "It's for a distant relative—an aunt of mine. She's having a geriatric pregnancy, and her health is f

The books I read in the recent days had a lot of content relating to signs about pregnancy in them and what was happening to me felt so much like a pregnancy the only different thing is, I didn't feel like vomiting like the book said. Desperate to know whether it was just my head making stuffs up or if what that Cameron guy said was real and I was really pregnant, I went to look for the novel and I found it laying on the desk. I was surprised.. didn't I put it in the library? I brushed off my thoughts and opened the book searching for the page I saw something like signs of pregnancy..

It had been two days since the confrontation in Damian’s office. Two days of whispers, stares, and the constant buzz of the city reminding me that nothing about my life was ordinary anymore. I had tried to bury myself in mundane tasks—buying tiny clothes, blankets, toys—anything to feel a connection to the child growing inside me. But no amount of soft cotton or pastel colors could mask the storm brewing around me. The boutique was quiet, a small refuge in a city that never slept. I ran my fingers over a soft, cream-colored onesie, imagining the little hands and feet that would soon fill it. The moment brought a pang of hope and fear so sharp it made me wince.

She replied, shrugging and moved her attention to her book. “King? Palace? Do you even know what you are talking?” I asked her shaking my head and walked near to the cupboard for the first aid box. “It is nothing! I started reading some pregnancy books and saw that after a few months, I have to read some good children’s stories for the baby when it is in the womb itself. I was never a fan of them, so I am trying to read them now to get used to them.” She explained and sighed at the end.

Just like Zade has been. A few months ago, he had purchased a lot of books about childbirth and pregnancy. He said he wanted to be able to understand how pregnancy works better. ‘This is our first pregnancy, my Luna and I don't want to make any mistakes.’ Those were his words when I came across the books on his shelves. Boy, I was surprised. I never expected it. He made me know that he was proud of me, of our unborn child. He was eager to meet our little one, even more eager than I was.