Grávida Novels & Stories

She gasped in horror. Four weeks pregnant.

Elisa, breathing heavily, tried to sidestep, to move away, but her pregnant body weighed her down. Every step made her groan softly, her chest heaving. She could feel the pressure of her swollen belly with every movement, her small, aching feet protesting each shift. She was exhausted, physically, mentally, emotionally—but she refused to bend.

Months had flown by, the passage of time evident in Maya's enlarged belly as her due date approached. The Queen's once graceful movements were now hindered by the weight she carried, causing her a great deal of anxiety. Excitement and nervousness intertwined in the hearts of the Royal couple as they anticipated the imminent arrival of their child.

As she is in her advanced pregnancy the hole cannot be treated now and thus her condition is quiet precarious. Oh God let my wife live....

Beau couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and affection as he looked at Kaia in her pregnant state. The visible evidence of their shared creation, the curve of her belly, stirred a deep sense of connection. He marveled at the idea that a life they had created together was growing within her. The short pajama shorts and camisole, revealing the physical changes brought on by pregnancy, became a testament to the unique bond they were forging.

(Livia’s POV) I’m thirty-seven weeks pregnant now, and everything feels heavy. My ankles are swollen like water balloons. My back never stops aching. I pee every twenty minutes, and Sandra has decided that 3 a.m. is the perfect time for gymnastics. But somehow, in the middle of all this chaos, there’s this quiet calm that settles over the penthouse every night. Like the world outside finally decided to give us a break.

Sia nods and sighs and lies down on the couch while the baby moves inside her, the movement being a bit visible to Ash as she strokes her belly to soothe the unborn child. "Fuck, I'm gonna be huge."

Lady Elizabeth declared triumphantly. The older woman clasped her hands together over her chest, briefly closing her eyes in a reverent moment of gratitude. "Lord, thank you. I offer my most sincere prayers today that following such a passionate encounter, your womb will swiftly be blessed with a handsome heir to carry forward the Harrington legacy. I simply cannot wait! I shall personally instruct the culinary staff to prepare the absolute highest caliber of prenatal nutrition for you every single day."

Maria's eyes widened with disapproval as she politely broke free from the tight embrace. "Mother!" Jackson protested as he sprung up. Maria repeated it in her head again, mother? She was wrong about her boss...for now, she concluded. But how was his mother so young? "Uh, nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Maria Gracia, Jackson's new PA," she said politely and watched the woman's face fall, flushing with disappointment. "Oh," her arms fell to her sides and she turned to her flustered son. "So, you treated Theodore that way for nothing?!"