Grávida Novels & Stories

With unresolved emotions swirling inside like riffles across turbulent waters. At Linda home, afternoon sun cast a warm golden hue through the large bay windows of their living room, creating a soft cocoon that enveloped Linda as she sank deeper into the couch. She instinctively cradled her belly, the swelling a constant reminder of the life she was nurturing within. But today, that warmth felt like an illusion, overshadowed by a chill that coiled around her nerves. The pregnancy was nearing its end—only fewer months remained until her due date—but the symptoms weighed heavy on her body. Waves of waist pain coursed through her, sharp and unrelenting, like a constant anticipation of something

She was now eight months pregnant, as much as she loved carrying their baby she was anxious for it to come. Her back hurt, her ankles were swollen and she was having some serious mood swings. It got on her nerves sometimes when he would be so protective, always after her to lay down and take it easy that she would snap at him, feeling terrible for doing so. No matter what she said or put him through he never once lost his temper with her.

Persephone I felt great the first few months of pregnancy, my skin was silky smooth and my hair was shiny. I became fond of the pointy tummy and created the habit of talking to the baby. My little Sebastian Devenuto Guerra. The months passed and the pregnancy became more and more difficult. I had just reached nine months completely exhausted, my waist was huge, I could no longer see my feet and my leg. My breasts felt like two watermelons and the pain in my back was killing me.

She asked. "They are tears of joy, your God grandchild is coming soon" Sherry said happily. Her Godma looked at her, confused, then a thought came into her mind, "You… you are pregnant?" She asked hesitatingly and looked at her stomach. Sherry nodded, "Yes, I am Pregnant. Your God grandchild is in my stomach, Godma" Sherry chuckled happily. Her Godma was so excited, she danced around the ward room in happiness. Her God grandchild are coming soon

Guilherme was beside her, his posture relaxed but attentive. "Well, Tábata," began Dr. Mariana, crossing her arms on the table as she observed her. "The tests show that you are nineteen weeks along, and your baby is well-formed and healthy. However, the baby is a little below the expected weight and size for this stage of pregnancy." Tábata's heart sank.

I was already irritated. "So... did they announce that Akisha is pregnant?" I asked casually. Mikee blinked. "Wait, she's pregnant?" "Yes. That was the announcement," I said lazily, spoiling the suspense. "Still, Ath... shouldn't you hug her since it's her birthday?" Mikee asked, frowning. "Nah. She's fake, and I'm hot. I can't risk it today," I said with a smirk, waving it off. Then, Charl took the mic when the host called him. “we Ladies and gentlemen! Let's hear the big news! My wife, Akisha, is seven weeks pregnant!"

Chapter Sixty-Four "DAD!" Carly started to rise, ready to greet Charles with her usual enthusiasm, but he quickly gestured for her to stay seated. She was well into her third trimester now. If not for the yoga stretches she'd maintained, she probably would have been swollen all over by this point. Even so, her body felt unbearably heavy, every simple movement a challenge. Her belly had grown enormous. Whenever she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she half-expected it to split open under the strain.

Aria gently cradled her belly with her left hand, a mix of emotions swirling within her heart. Joy intertwined with fear, creating an unsteady rhythm as she navigated the dense underbrush of the forest. Being pregnant in such a wild and untamed place felt both surreal and perilous; danger lurked in every shadow. The knowledge that she was carrying Caden's child intensified her anxiety, wrapping it in a cloak of uncertainty.

"I know you're busy. But the sound... it's echoing. The room is too small." "It's eight hundred square feet," Liam snapped. "It's bigger than most apartments in this city." "It's a cage," she whispered. She shifted her legs. Her ankles were swollen. She was twenty-eight weeks pregnant now—seven months. The baby was heavy, pressing against her diaphragm, making every breath a chore. She had been horizontal for two months. Her muscles had atrophied. Her world had shrunk to the thread count of her sheets and the view of the gray river.

***Few Weeks Later*** Sofia entered her third trimester under a sky that seemed perpetually watchful. The gentle curve of her belly had grown into a prominent, firm swell that made every step deliberate. The baby moved often now, strong kicks and rolls that reminded her daily of the life she carried. The danger had not vanished. It simply waited in the shadows, patient and unseen. Guards patrolled the grounds in greater numbers. Luca rarely left her side for long. Yet the family rallied around her with quiet determination.