Growing Pains Novels & Stories

"Don't worry Patrick. It's just a run. We follow along, then come back. Nothing to worry about." "That's easy for you to say. You're athletic. You can run forever and not get tired. I get winded going across town much less on the circuit between them." "Mother just says I'm having a growth spurt. Girls always get them before boys. It's just making it easier for now. Besides, the whole gang will be joining us and you know Rich and Bo can't run to the bathroom." This sent them both into a fit giggles that slightly dispelled the gloom. Their friends would be there. And their father. Nothing bad would happen.

He showed me the chart and placed it on my knee. “There are three heartbeats. You are having three babies. The pain you feel on occasion, the lightheadedness, and the aches are from the fetuses growing at a rapid speed, and their strength is out of the ordinary considering they haven’t grown arms or legs yet,” he said trying to lighten the mood, but the thick heavy fog laying over us was choking any joy that dared to enter. “How is that possible? How are they so strong?” I asked in an exhale.

“I can’t button any of these!” Sinclair’s palm rubs over the gentle curve of my belly. The changes are still very slight, but my clothing has gone from being a bit tight to entirely too small. My breasts might not be so tender anymore, but they spill out of all my bras, and my favorite fitted tops now stretch and strain to cover my growing tummy. “That’s a good thing, Ella.” Sinclair reminds me gently. “It means the baby is growing big and strong.”

She started to panic, and I could see Mick was struggling to do this on his own. He was definitely shifting. I don’t know how he was, but this is what every adolescent goes through on their thirteenth birthday. There was no mistaking it. When your body isn’t finished growing and your bones are more bendy, the shift is easier. As an adult, Mick had to be in excruciating pain. Chloe was hurting too. If I could feel his pain, so could she. Maybe more so than me, his twin. There was one way I could quicken this. I could help the shift go faster. When Pops looked at me with the same grave expression I felt, I knew it was what I had to do.

Caitlin was barely three months pregnant. Caitlin shook her head, taking heavy breaths. “No.” “It must be growing pains, then. It’s very intense, especially for the first pregnancy. I experienced it during my time; almost made me pull all my hair out,” Alpha Grace explained, joining Alpha Gabriel to soothe Caitlin as she rubbed slow circles round her belly.

With each passing day, James was growing up quickly, showing it not just in his size but also in how he was gradually developing his own personality. At the moment, James was going through his first “rebellious phase,” as the grandparents called it. Now at six months old, he was more aware of his surroundings and often tried to put everything he touched into his mouth to relieve the terrible itching in his gums. That morning, he woke up as usual, simply opening his eyes without crying and starting to babble while grabbing one of the toys around him.

I asked and Marcel watched the ultrasound with fascination. “It just so happens that this baby is growing by leaps and bounds,” he said in disbelief. “It's possible she's being born much earlier than you're anticipating. She doesn't seem to follow the growth patterns of any supernatural child. Possibly it's because of the crossbreeding in his blood. Somehow, he is growing by such leaps and bounds that I wouldn't be surprised if he is born in a few weeks. The back pain is from the pressure he puts on when he stretches since he is so much more constant.”

He guided me through warm-up exercises. His hands pressed against my arms, forcing me to stretch deeper than I thought I could. Pain flared in my muscles, sharp and immediate. I gasped. “It hurts.” “It’s supposed to hurt,” Flint said firmly. “That’s the only way to grow stronger. Pain means you’re pushing past your limits.” His hands were steady but unyielding. I wanted to pull away, but I didn’t. The firmness in his tone pressed me into obedience, even as I clenched my jaw against the discomfort.

I walk up to my mom and say “the new trees are doing well, almost too well. They are already starting to flower. “ “That’s weird we only just planted them a month ago they shouldn’t be flowering until at least next year.” She said questioningly. “Maybe your powers are getting stronger, and we didn’t realize.” It is possible, but I have been in complete control of my powers since I was a young child, and I could always feel them growing in the past and nothing seemed out of place. Usually by the time witches are teenagers their powers have grown to their full extent. It’s been a long day in the sunshine.

The pain traveled down her spine and spread outward, pressing into her shoulders, her hips, her legs. It felt like something inside her was trying to push through bone. He was beside her in seconds. “Do not touch me,” she whispered, even as her hand instinctively reached toward him. “I will not,” he said, though his hands hovered, tense and uncertain. Sweat slicked her skin. Her nightdress clung to her back. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, too loud, too fast. “This is wrong,” she said. “It should not hurt like this.” Rowen’s jaw tightened. “Most shifts happen at sixteen and at seventeen, the body learns slowly.”