Grávida Novels & Stories

Eliza snarls, “I’m game to try.” The woman nods, and starts cleaning off the gunge from her stomach, “Tell him what you want, he can’t do shit. He won’t go against his sire, he can’t.” Eliza frowns and looks at the ceiling. “Also, in case you’re interested, you’re now four months along, roughly. I’ll do this again tomorrow and you’ll be about ready to pop!” She giggles with glee and Eliza grimaces and cries, her poor babies… She ignores them as they leave, leaving her uncovered and cuffed spread out painfully and her abdomen still aching from being stretched.

The library was as silent as a grave yard, and a pin drop would be as loud as a siren blasting through a megaphone on a police vehicle or an ambulance. Arlene peered at Derek from her table as she waited for him to respond to the text she sent. Derek looked at his phone when he got a notification, then he shifted his gaze to Arlene, and then turned back to face his book. It became avid to Arlene that Derek wouldn’t reply any of her texts so she stood up and walked over to where he was seated.

Ella, with her vibrant personality and infectious laughter, stood there comparing two ripe avocados. "Maxine!" Ella exclaimed, her face lighting up with a smile as she turned to greet me. "How are you?" "I'm good, just doing some grocery shopping," I replied, gesturing towards my list. "How about you? How's everything going?" Ella placed the avocados in her basket and gently rested a hand on her baby bump, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Everything's great! I'm four months along now. And I feel so connected with the baby." she announced proudly.

On her journey back to her parent's house, she had taken Eve along with her, her mother and Eve had gotten along marvellously, they sipped tea together in the afternoon, talking about everything and anything. Rhea was nearing her due date and was getting bigger and bigger and even more tired and weak, she was always extremely sore and she couldn't even move like a normal human being anymore, she basically waddled like a penguin, she felt so swollen and huge, like she was about to burst. Poppy's kicks had become a little violent, she was pretty sure that her baby would fracture her ribs, she seemed to peeing every two seconds, nothing seemed to fit as she began to just wear her brother's big

Months had passed, and Sophia’s pregnancy was moving along smoothly. She was now four months in, glowing with the radiance of motherhood. The house was filled with excitement, baby name books scattered around, and ultrasound photos hung on the fridge. Sophia had begun to feel the tiny flutter of life growing inside her, and every evening, Fabio would sit beside her, talking softly to her belly as if he could already communicate with their unborn child.

"Congratulations dear,you're a week pregnant" * * *

“He is upstairs putting little Cat in her bed. She fell asleep in the car. She’s not feeling well. She has a cold.” “He brought you and Catarina both? Oh, dear Lord… How is your mommy?” “His mommy is way too pregnant,” a woman said, coming out the back door of the house. “And she is as huge as an elephant or a blue whale.” All of them turned towards her. Gabrielle Gritti was very pregnant, but carried it beautifully on her tall frame, glowing, graceful, and very sure of herself as she came down the short flight of steps onto the pool terrace.

Her maternity clothes hugged her curves, and she proudly displayed her baby bump to the world. As the days went by, Lucy couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as her due date approached. She had eagerly prepared for the arrival of her baby, decorating the nursery with care and stocking up on all the essentials. Every day, she would gently caress her belly, imagining the tiny hands and feet that would soon fill her arms with joy.

Davina sat in the cozy living room of her home, her hands resting gently on her slightly swollen belly. The prospect of motherhood filled her with both excitement and apprehension. She knew that the coming months would bring significant changes to her life, and she wanted to ensure everything went smoothly.

she sighs. "Let's go now," Nicolo told Alessandro as he started the engine. Nicolo rests Gisella's head on his shoulders. - -Month 9 of pregnancy- -40 weeks- I moaned silently in pain as I sat on the couch. I feel like I'm walking on hot irons. The baby could come at any point now. The nursery is done, It's a light pink mixed with white color, with cute decorations. My Mama, Tiziana, Zia Benedetta, Leonora, and Zeta helped to do it. I just watched them since I wasn't allowed to do anything and it's Sunday.