I Heard Your Heartbeat Novels & Stories

Again, I hear the tiny thumping of a small heart. A baby.

She smiled at me and turned to look at the monitor. I heard their heartbeat. Holy mother of god! I heard the heartbeat of one baby when she was placed on one side of the stomach and when she was placed on the other, another baby's heart sound was heard. My heart skipped several beats and I forgot to breathe. The only sound I heard was their heartbeat. I could feel them. I want to jump up and down now and the feeling now I was experiencing is so overwhelming that I may even faint. It's so different feeling. It was something different and I'm definitely on top of the world.

Grief, loneliness… anger. “Gosh-!” I jumped in shock when a sudden static noise was heard from the speaker, indicating an aggressive pull of the guitar cable from the amplifier. I moved closer to the stage to take a peek, but I flinched again when I heard a grunt of frustration and heavy footsteps walking away. I covered my mouth and ran outside the hall in a hurry. God, did he hear me? Was I disturbing him? Is he the type to get annoyed when someone is observing them when they’re practicing? Damn, it wasn’t even intentional that I heard him play. It just so happens that I was in the hall!

A soft yet distinct rhythm permeated the air. It started as a faint whisper, like a distant drumbeat carried on a gentle breeze. As I focused my attention, the sound grew louder, filling my ears and captivating my senses. Each thump resonated through the room, a steady cadence that echoed with life's persistent pulse. With each rhythmic thud, I could feel the heartbeat carrying a medley of emotions. I wondered how I could sense something so strong at a disturbing time like this. While still trying to figure out who could be the owner of this heartbeat, my ears rang with a high-pitched reverberation of someone opening the door to the store I hid.

he instructed as he let go of my face and I frowned, wondering what the point of it was. I placed my head on his chest and closed my eyes, just to get it over with. I expected to hear the usual heart beating and the sound of his breath. Yet, when I leaned in, his chest did not move even a lone inch and I placed my ear to the left of his chest, wondering where his heart beat could be. I scoffed at my lack of common sense, there is certainly no way that any person would not have a heartbeat, "what do you hear, my Aphrodite?" I turned my face and listened with my other ear.

"How are you feeling?" "Complete, calm, like this is where I'm supposed to be." I smiled at him. "Me too, baby me too." He gave me a kiss again. "Come here." I laid my head on top of his chest and listened to his heartbeat. "Can you hear me." "Well yeah of course I can hear you. I'm not deaf." I looked at him. "I know baby, but I'm using our mind l**k." Well to say that surprised me would be an understatement.

I took off my clothes, down to my boxers and climbed in bed with her. “Baby there’s something I want to try, okay? I need to do this.” “Do what?” She asked with those beautiful hazel eyes all watery. “I need to listen to your body.” I slid down to her very flat stomach and got comfortable and leaned in. I cleared my mind and increased my hearing. For some reason, a calmness overtook me, and my heart was light. To my surprise, I heard a whooshing and then a myriad of heartbeats. I know I heard at least two. My heart started to beat fast and there seemed to be a lot of confusion in there. Instinctually, I released my alpha call and the confusion cease.

She waited for the nothingness, a final, defiant witness to the end of the world. And then, in the absolute zero of the void, she heard it: A single, rhythmic, human heartbeat. Thump-thump. It wasn't coming from the machine. It was coming from inside her own chest.

But my heart had started to race so violently I could hear it pounding behind my ears. “How…” I started, my voice unsteady. “How the hell do you know that?” A knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He tilted his head, almost boyish, almost amused. “I can hear them,” he said simply. My brows drew together. “Hear?” “The heartbeats,” he clarified. “Two of them. Fast, fluttering little things. Like hummingbirds trapped in a cage.” I stared at him, stunned. Not because he knew I was pregnant, Christian and I had been careful not to tell anyone outside our circles, but because of the way he said it. So effortlessly. So casually.

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. "Look at me." His voice was soft, softer than I'd ever heard it. "Keep your eyes on me.