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Skylar sat on the edge of the narrow bed in the small spare room Jason had moved her to, her hands resting protectively over her growing belly. She had calculated that she was around six months pregnant, a feat she had managed to keep hidden from Jason for longer than she had thought possible. But now, the signs were becoming too apparent: the leg cramps, the dizzy spells, the swelling in her feet, and the incessant itchiness of her stretched skin.

Megra It's been a few months since Nathaniel's wedding to Anna, and I can finally see the changes in my body. My pregnancy is now visible, a constant reminder of the life growing inside me. As I stand in my cozy living room, the sunlight streaming through the curtains, I place my hand on my rounded belly and take a deep breath. Today, I'm going to visit my mom's grave, and I'm not going alone. Liza is accompanying me.

Prince Simon’s point of view As the days turned into weeks, the passage of time seemed to accelerate, and I marveled at how quickly Princess Golder’s pregnancy had progressed. Now, she stood before me, radiating a beauty that only a mother carrying new life could possess. Her belly had grown round and prominent, a testament to the miraculous journey happening within her. In her seventh month of pregnancy, Princess Golder experienced the undeniable signs of this transformative stage. Her footsteps were accompanied by a graceful sway, her body adjusting to the precious cargo it carried. Each movement seemed to be a careful dance of love and protection.

chapter 130 The medical suite had transformed into a high-stakes war room wrapped in sterile white. I was thirty-four weeks pregnant with our third daughter and sixteen weeks with our fourth. My body no longer felt like mine. It was a battlefield — skin stretched drum-tight over two growing lives, veins mapped in purple under translucent skin, constant low-grade contractions that kept the monitors screaming every few hours. The magnesium drip made me feel like I was underwater. My vision blurred at the edges. Every breath required effort.

Spring arrived with a tender, green insistence, mirroring the new life unfurling within me. My pregnancy had entered its final trimester, a time of profound, cumbersome wonder. The baby was a constant presence, a squirming, hiccuping tenant who dictated my sleep and my center of gravity. The sea glass ring on my finger now shared space with puffy fingers, and Lanc had taken to referring to me, with a mix of awe and anxiety, as "the command center."

Months had passed in a blur of careful routines, suppressed tensions, and Kai’s suffocating devotion. Elara was now thirty-eight weeks pregnant, her belly round and heavy with their son. The nursery was finally complete—soft navy and gold tones, every luxury item imaginable. Kai had barely left her side the entire pregnancy. No more long tours. No unnecessary business trips. He attended every appointment, rubbed her swollen feet, and made love to her almost nightly with a strange mix of tenderness and raw possession.

Chapter One Third Trimester: You may feel as if there is no possible way that your belly could grow any bigger. But there is your baby still has plenty of growing to do. During these last months of pregnancy, your rapidly maturing baby will grow from two and half pounds to between six and nine pounds. Achiness, fatigue, heartburn, varicose veins, and Braxton Hicks contractions are just a few of the delights you will come to know in this last stage of pregnancy.

Luna Layla waddled down the hallway, her pregnant belly leading the way. Her baby bump was noticeably larger now, and her overall appearance had changed significantly since her pregnancy had advanced. Her once-slim figure had given way to a rounder, more curvesome shape, and her face had taken on a radiant glow. Despite the physical changes, Luna Layla's beauty still shone through. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and her bright eyes sparkled with a warm light. She moved with a slow, gentle grace, her hands cradling her belly as if to protect the precious cargo within.

Being in Paris had always been a dream of hers, but now that she was here with Alexander, her husband, and expecting their first child, everything felt surreal. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection for a moment. Her pregnancy was starting to show, a small yet pronounced bump that made her heart flutter with excitement every time she looked at it. Amelia rested her hand on her belly, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy and love. She knew their baby was growing strong inside her, and it filled her with pride to be carrying this precious life.

Pregnant. Angry. And scared shitless.