Books With Pregnancy Trope Novels & Stories

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.

For now I am just having nausea and vomiting and my mood swings a lot. He has decorated the walls of my room with lively colors and cute babies to keep me motivated and happy all the time. He has provided me with lots of spiritual and motivational books to read. According to science what we read during pregnancy has a direct effect on the baby's brain and overall development. I am happy with it first because I am fond of reading and second because they prove very helpful in cutting the time. "Bookworm is busy with her books" Kiara entered my room while passing a teasing comment. She hates reading as much as I love it.

To be honest, I don't think I could describe it even if I wanted to. As we lay there in the warm water, I place my hand on her belly, still finding it hard to believe that my pup is in there. Yes, I have Lottie, but I never experienced any of her mother's pregnancy, so I don't know what to expect, which also reminds me that I need to get some of those books in. You know the ones that tell you what to expect during pregnancy, because while Bonnie is doing all the work, I still want to be there every step of the way for her. I may also need to buy some of those books about newborn babies too, because again, I missed all of that with Lottie.

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 murmured, pulling her in for a hug. I hadn't meant to make her cry or sound like an insensitive jerk. If I was nervous, I could only imagine how much worse she felt. She was the one carrying the baby. And from all the books I had read on pregnancy the past few days, it was a fucking big deal. One of the books said the mother melts her bones so that bones can be formed for the baby. I wasn't sure if that made me sick or angry. "It's okay," I said, rubbing Chloe's shoulders as she sniffled in my arms. "We're doing this together okay? I'll be there every step and it'll be easy peasy lemon bikini-"

Fresh air rushed over them. The late afternoon sun filtered through towering pine trees. Birdsong replaced the oppressive silence underground. Dani closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. "I forgot what fresh air smelled like." Julian slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The mountain breeze carried an unexpected chill. "You'll catch cold." She looked at him with amused eyes. "I'm pregnant." "Exactly." "I don't get cold more easily because I'm pregnant." "I know." He adjusted the jacket anyway. "I'm still putting it on you."

“I was bored. The silence is driving me crazy.” “You’re not supposed to be climbing stairs, let alone carrying a whole damn library,” she muttered, picking up the top book and flipping through it with dramatic disapproval. “Seriously? History of the Lunar Clans? You’re such a nerd.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m pregnant, Vi. Not made of glass.” She snapped the book shut. “You’re carrying the Alpha’s heir. The first three months are risky, and your fetus is already weak. Don’t make it worse.”

Thankfully, Zivon was able to dodge in time, and after raising a slight brow, he was prompted to say, “Drink a bit slower…” Watching as the worried man began patting her back, Xavia couldn’t help but squint. Was he seriously not aware that he was the reason why she had accidentally spat out all that fruit tea?! Shaking her head, she then took the book from Zivon’s hand to read its header… ‘Pleasing your pregnant wife down to her soul. During pregnancy, women tend to be less sexually active. Here are a few tricks to-’ Slamming the book shut, the embarrassed woman then grabbed another book from Zivon’s pile… and to her dismay, this one was titled, ‘Getting your pregnant wife high.’ W-what were

“Thank you.” “Is that all, Your Highness?” “Yes, Reid. Good night.” “Good night, Prince Jarren.” I hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. I picked up the book off my desk and propped myself against the headboard. I looked at the cover. “What to Expect When You’re Expecting .”Yes, I was reading a pregnancy book. I wasn’t sure how much of it would relate to Jillie and me since our baby wasn’t human, well, not completely human, but I was finding out many different little facts. It was…fascinating.

He drives us to a book shop and when we enter, I ask the assistant if they have any books on pregnancy which makes her smile. “Oh, yes we do, they are this way.” She eagerly leads us through to an aisle that seems to have every book you can imagine about pregnancy and babies. “Wow, how do we choose?” I chuckle hearing Grant speak, he sounds a little overwhelmed, so I pat him on the arm to give him comfort. “Oh, yes, I can see how this would be a bit much.” The assistants’ words make me smile as she states the obvious, but her friendliness and eagerness to help, endear her to me very quickly so I laugh it off.