Cookie Run Pregnancy Novels & Stories

𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃 After dinner, I lay on my bed, scrolling through countless websites about pregnancy. Each article and forum seemed to offer endless advice—what to eat, what to avoid, exercises, mental health tips how to care for myself, and ultimately, how to ensure my baby’s well-being—but the sheer amount of information was overwhelming. Still, I couldn’t stop reading.This journey was unexpected, but I wanted to embrace it wholeheartedly. I owed it to my child to be the best version of myself, despite everything.

The well-manicured eyebrows rise along with the Puss in Boots smile, Giovanni tries to say something but nothing comes out but a growl, I walk towards my light passing my hand around his waist and loving reading between the lines deep in his gaze, the feeling of recognition, belonging and the fucking truth stamped in our eyes. - Hmmm while we fucked out on top of the couch in my office? Her laugh echoes through the room, small hands smoothing suit and suddenly it's just the two of us, cheeks flushed and shyness always there, looking down and then resuming our contact. - I came twice buried deep in her pussy. I answer, breaking the silence, seeing his chest rise and the hairs standing on end

“We make out a lot of times, Adele. That sound…was a little more than just the intense make out, so what is it?” “There’s this thing,” I started slowly, deciding it would be better just to tell him now because he would figure it out sooner or later. “So, I read a bit about pregnancies, and I found out that when you’re pregnant…your libido kinda increases. There were a few other points in there, but, yeah…” Liam’s suspicious expression turned into one of shock. “Fuck,” he cursed voice low. “Is that a thing?” I nodded. “I think it affects most women? And I guess… I have been…”

I was the luckiest man in Italy. Of course, I had asked about sex during pregnancy, and the doctor assured me it was completely safe for the baby. So I continued to fuck my beautiful girl every night in our bed, keeping her well satisfied. Marco entered my office without knocking. “Rav, you're going to want to see this. I didn't take my eyes off my laptop. — Did your wife have one of those pregnancy pillows? It says they help with sleep. He looked over my shoulder at the screen. — Don't buy this one. Buy one that hugs your entire body. Fits on both sides.

I agreed. “Not so crazy,” Dr. Mokena said as she walked out onto the porch to join us. “Just timing. You’re at the point where you should be craving. I’d be concerned if you weren’t.” “We aren’t going to have to go fetch you pickles and ice cream, are we?” Roger moaned. “Please tell me handsome in the kitchen understands pregnancy enough to stock up for our little pregnant princess.” “I’m sure he will if she decides to stay,” Dr. Mokena said.

Mrs Courtney said. "Don't you see your succulent bóóbs? it's getting bigger by the day, your pale face? it's loosing it's radiant colors, you've being reluctant to eat lately don't you think it's connected to your pregnancy? wise up Freya you're no longer a child," Mrs Courtney added. "Don't panic Freya, you're not pregnant, she's just saying nonsense, there's no prove yet," I said trying to console myself. "I know you're not yet convinced, before the ends of today I'll be giving you a pregnancy kit, it'll help convince you about your pregnancy or maybe determine the situation you're in, I'll leave you alone now, see you later," Mrs Courtney said and she left.

"I... She's pregnant! I feel like I've been completely played. That woman even tricked me into getting her a mental health certification!" Chris practically shrieked, realizing he'd been duped by Renee. "Enough," Carl interrupted, holding the phone away from his ear impatiently. Chris quickly shifted gears. "For a potential miscarriage, the most important thing is rest, and she should be careful with her diet. She absolutely can't overexert herself." "Alright."

“Sure. Do I need to do anything to help?” “Nah man, just stay here, ok. We won’t be long.” I told him as I went to the office to join the others. Roxy was sitting next to Alaric, talking about some root that helped to heal morning sickness. Gary was with them as well, interested in the conversation they were having. His mate was pregnant with their first little beast and she had been suffering from morning sickness to the point that she had to be bed written. The others were sitting next to each other with their heads in their hands. The worry they had was emanating off them.

“Pregnant? Are you sure?” “I'll confirm with an examination,” The physician said, pulling out a bundle of tools wrapped in a cloth. “But the cinnamon already proves a point. It provokes violent reactions in a carrying womb.” My ears rang as if hit with something heavy. I didn't want to be pregnant, especially not for Triton. Hopefully, the examination came out as negative. Jada leaned close and whispered. “Maria, breathe. Don't panic.” I tried to follow her words and steady myself.

They’d given her just enough to move her without a fight. Just enough to keep her from fully resting. And just little enough that she would be lucid. On record. “Timing around my pregnancy,” she said. “Of course. Don’t want the baby sleepy when you parade me, do you? Might interfere with “resonance.”” Crowe’s eyes warmed, fractionally. “You do understand,” he said. “Good. That will make this easier. Medics have advised us that too much chemical interference at this stage could be… problematic for the fetus.”