Dada Terasa Berat Di Bagian Tengah Mga Nobela at Kwento

Binitawan ko na lang ang shoulder bag na dala at dumapa na sa kama namin. When I woke up, I felt a large and heavy thing on my back and thigh. I tried to wiggle para sana matanggal pero mas lalo lang humigpit. Nung lumingon ako pakaliwa ay nakita ko ang maamong mukha ni Jeo. It’s been a week at kumakabog ang puso ko habang nakatitig sa mukha niya. Na para bang hindi ko yan nakikita simula ng lumipat kami dito.

he reassured me, I nodded and sighed loudly. Then we halted, in-front of the familiar residence, I quickly wore my big fur coat because we didn’t want anyone to know yet. We were welcomed by the maids, they helped carry my luggage, I realized how much I’d missed this place, I was home, at last , Dave supported me because one thing they never tell you about pregnancy is that it makes you feel heavier like a stone added to your body, causing the back to hurt real bad.

It's quiet—so quiet that I can hear the chirp of insects and the slow pulse of my own breathing. I shrug the duffle bag off my shoulder and drop it gently against a thick tree root, then sit beside it, stretching my legs out in front of me. My calves ache. My hips are tight. Every step I took since leaving town added weight to the ache growing in my body. I unzip the bag and fish out the Icy Hot. “You sure you want to shift?” Zerina asks softly in my head. Her concern feels like a brush of fur across my thoughts.

My limbs feel heavier, but in a different way. “How do you feel?” she asks. “Strange,” I admit, pressing a hand to my sternum. The ache that has been clawing at my insides for days begins to dull, just slightly. “I think it is working,” she whispers. But the heaviness increases. My eyelids feel weighted. “You look tired,” she says softly. “I am not tired,” I start to argue, but my voice comes out slower than intended. She guides me toward the bed. “Lie down.”

Just then, Chadwick yelled, "'Aaah! My back!" "Bloody hell!" Chadwick groaned, resting his hands on his back. He was sweating profusely as he remarked, "I felt like I had just come from the gym!" "It's the position of the weight," Liam suggested. "Our wives are carrying our children at their front, plus water and additional weight they gained due to their pregnancy cravings. At this stage, they feel very uncomfortable with themselves." "What could be worse than this?" Chadwick asked. Liam shook his head and revealed, "The labor pains."

I walked slowly toward the living room, one hand supporting my heavy bump. A second later, I heard Adrian’s footsteps behind me. Then the soft click of the door shutting. I sat on the couch, slowly stretching my legs out in front of me, the weight in my body feeling heavier than it had any right to be these days. My skin felt tight over my swollen ankles, my bones aching in a dull, constant way that never fully left. His eyes lingered on me for a second—quiet, unreadable—before he reached forward and touched my legs.

Low chants rose from every throat, deep and steady, vibrating through my ribcage like a second heartbeat. I stood next to Dad near the stone altar. My back ached from carrying the extra weight for seven full months now. The baby sat low and heavy, pressing down with every step. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, one hand braced under my belly, the other resting on Dad’s forearm for balance. He kept glancing at me, worry carved into the lines around his eyes, but he stayed quiet. He knew better than to hover in front of the pack.

“The air feels so nice today, huh? The sun isn’t too harsh even though it’s already noon. This is exactly how I like it when I step outside. Sometimes it’s way too hot. I really want to walk, but for now, I’ll just stay here in front of the house. My belly feels so heavy,” I whispered to myself, resting my hands on my stomach. I could feel the weight, like I was carrying four at once. My goodness, that’s really something—Dark’s sperm must have been incredibly strong.

Jasper says. “No, you guys don’t know,” I say, my voice sounding high-pitched in my ears. “There is this massive weight, just sitting on my chest and every day it gets heavier, painful to carry. I feel like my lungs are going to burst or my mind will go crazy.” My hands are flying around in an attempt to animate how it feels. “Like it already hasn’t?” Beatrice mutters, taking a cautious sip from her cup.

"It's right here. The latest model. Titanium. 512 gigabytes. Just like you wanted." I forced myself to move. It was a struggle just to get my feet on the floor. When I stood up, I nearly collapsed. My legs felt like jelly, and there was a dull, thudding ache deep inside my womb. I had to hold onto the wall, limping slowly toward the table. Every step made me wince. I felt the soreness in my throat, in my jaw, and especially in my most private places.