Cerita Pembantu Hamil Novels & Stories

while something inside me was breaking in a way I wouldn't fully understand for years. I was three months pregnant. I had told no one. I had been so certain that alone was the only direction left, and someone… someone had known about Isla before she had a name. The thought hit me somewhere behind the ribs and stayed there, aching. I traced the attorney's name on the third page with one finger without meaning to. A cross-reference with the subcontractor documents Marcus had flagged showed a connection. A shared registration address, one name appearing in both filing histories. The name was Ethan Cross.

I was too afraid of losing this baby, I felt becoming pregnant and losing the pregnancy will harm my mental health but no,this baby is harmless. I have a little garden at the back of my compound, it's boring staying at home all day,so I nurture my flowers everyday with sweet talks,they are as pretty as the beautiful soul that lives in me. Mirabel records my moment with the flowers, now you may be thinking who she is right? She's my house help,she has her own family so leaves at nights,she understands my mood swings,cravings and nagging since she has been through pregnancy too.

And it was really annoying. As the day of my delivery drew closer, I felt lazier, more and more exhausted, irritated about everything. And the muscle aches were the worst part, hence the massage. I was due in two weeks according to my doctor, and I was nervous. I've read bad things about childbirth; complications like breech births. There was even one where the umbilical cord would wrap around the baby's neck and strangle it to death. I shuddered as I thought about it.

It seems like when more weeks go by she has a bigger problem to attend. "Alright. Thank you, Ms. Harris." "And by the way as for the advice, I can suggest that she really needs a companion since this is her first pregnancy. And your support Mr. Hilton is very important," Ms. Harris explained smiling kindly to Tristan. Viviana act like she's sad hearing those words and looked down on her feet.

said Dita to bubu. Suddenly there was a pregnant woman approached Dita while saying, "What's her name?" Dita turned to her mother and smiled and said, "Bubu, cute right?" "How many months?"ask the mother. Dita looked at her mother in surprise and answered. "I don't know, I just bought it. Maybe 4 months." "It's not that," said the mother, making Dita even more surprised. The mother stroked her stomach and said. "I live in an apartment nearby, so being pregnant is difficult. Don't go to sleep, it hurts, it hurts."

“Congratulations friend, I had a feeling that you was” “Thank you Emmily” “Why aren’t you excited? Is something wrong?” “It’s not that Emmily, it just I’m kind of scare after everything I been through I don’t know I could become a wonderful mother” “Winter, take a deep breath; doubting yourself is a common experience for women. My experience of pregnancy was frightening due to a lack of maternal support and the absence of my mother for the birth of my daughter, Nyra. Even with all of that I could pull through because each day I learn new things also I had support from Solomon. Winter, have faith; you have Castro, Solomon, Nyra, and me in your corner always.”

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

Zivanna said quietly. "Your wound has started to dry up. It will heal soon." Anderson changed the bandage carefully. He glanced at Zivanna's face. "Done." Anderson smiled and then washed his hands. "Thanks Anderson." Zivanna smiled. "Your smile looks weird." Anderson frowned. His eyes did not blink into Zivanna's. Zivanna lifted her face and looked up. He took a deep breath and exhaled roughly. "Do you want to tell a story?" Anderson asked. "I just feel tired." Zivanna had tears in her eyes. "Does tiredness hurt you?" Anderson stood up, grabbed Zivanna's head and leaned it against his chest. Zivanna was crying. Anderson stroked her hair. "Cry," whispered Anderson. "Don't I look weak?" Zivann

She sobbed. "Mistakes happen, alright? And it doesn't make you dumb." I told her, supporting my chin with my hands. "We will get through this together." I said reassuringly. "Well, I don't know about that, Steyn." She sobbed harder, "My pregnancy bump is getting bigger by the day. People are starting to notice. Should I just report myself to child care?" "Can't you be patient a little longer. I swear that it won't take long. I'm going to help you." I reassured her.

It was as if a part of her that was lost had been restored, and she couldn't help but smile at the little life blossoming within her. The journey of pregnancy was not without its challenges, of course. There were moments of discomfort and tiredness, but even in those moments, Lucy found solace in knowing that she was carrying a precious gift. She cherished every milestone, from the first fluttering of tiny feet to the gentle hiccups that made her laugh. It was a constant reminder of the miracle of life and the beauty of creation.