Novel & Cerita Male Pregnancy Fiction

Then finally she leaned back slowly in her chair and dragged a hand down her face. “How the fuck is pregnancy affecting you this much?” she muttered in disbelief. “Like seriously Ciara… glowing stomach, heat scent, speed powers? At this point your child is basically doing side quests inside your uterus.” A laugh escaped me before I could stop it, it was weak and tired but real. “I know,” I whispered. “And Mr. Wheelchair Mafia Prince is saying it’s not even the pregnancy?” I sighed immediately at the mention of Valerio, I've told her about him

Every memory, the first flutter I’d called a bubble, the late-night cravings for peach yogurt, Vincent’s hand on my growing belly, the dreams I’d whispered to the dark ceiling of a nursery I’d painted myself, every single one was now a lie. I had not been a mother betrayed. I had been a rented room. “How… is this possible?” I whispered, my voice shaking. Clarissa picked up a glass and poured champagne and passed it to Vincent. “I lied to you,” he said. “You never had an ectopic pregnancy, it was just a miscarriage caused by me.” I gasped. “Yes,” he continued, his voice cold. “Knowing how much you love children, I knew you’d agree to this procedure.”

A horror movie. So I swallowed my saliva and took in a deep breath and asked him again. “Could you please repeat what you said?” I asked him, hoping he would say something different. “You said I can’t have kids, but if I should go into labor, I have a high chance of dying. How do you know that when I haven’t even had kids for the first time?” I asked him curiously, but also desperately. I felt like everyone was lying to me. Everyone was lying to me. I wanted the ground to swallow me. I wanted to jump out of my own skin.

A snake I didn’t get rid of properly. “Maliah Grey is a heartless, careless and irresponsible woman who doesn’t care about her pregnancies. She is willing to go against doctors' orders and her body’s demand just to put work first. She lost seven pregnancies in 4 years as a result of her indifferent attitude towards innocent lives that should have been given a chance to see life at its finest. Her cold-heartedness ripped those babies from becoming part of this world” I think my chest was closing up. I was aware of my hands tugging my hair painfully as I read the words over and over again.

“It’s a phenomenon that only happens to every one in ten million people. Basically, a person who experiences a false pregnancy will exhibit symptoms of actually being pregnant, though this usually goes away after a few days.” …So that was it? She hadn’t been pregnant from the start…?! That aside, if the doctor already knew the truth, why hadn’t he informed her?! Xavia, for one, knew that the doctor wouldn’t have kept the information from her for no good reason. In other words…

said the doctor. But if so, then one of you is lying or mistaken," Sage said sternly. "No, not always like this. I am not blaming the doctor for lying, and I am quite sure of myself too. I have been a doctor for twenty years now, and I would not make the slightest error in establishing that a woman is pregnant. Perhaps she has aborted, but at least she is pregnant. I could feel the growing fetus," Marlena went on, the contour of her features becoming stern one.

𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃 After dinner, I lay on my bed, scrolling through countless websites about pregnancy. Each article and forum seemed to offer endless advice—what to eat, what to avoid, exercises, mental health tips how to care for myself, and ultimately, how to ensure my baby’s well-being—but the sheer amount of information was overwhelming. Still, I couldn’t stop reading.This journey was unexpected, but I wanted to embrace it wholeheartedly. I owed it to my child to be the best version of myself, despite everything.

Multiple pages in Martha's handwriting; messy, urgent, desperate. I almost threw it away unopened, but something made me read it. Millie, I know you blocked my calls. I know you don't want to hear from me. But you need to read this. All of it. I'm pregnant and I'm in prison and I'm scared. The baby's due in April and I don't know what's going to happen. Do you know what it's like in here? Do you know what happens to pregnant women in prison when they don't have money?

In the background, the noise from the dark wood filled the room through the window as I stared out at the starless night. He was still by the way not far from where I had left him, having taken just a few steps still squealing about the news I tilted my head. “That isn't even the big news. " I licked his lips as I watched him run his teeth across the bottom one thoughtfully. "What could be more controversial than this?" He asked. " My unborn child is in a critical state. " I said quickly. His traveled back up my body slowly, and he was in search of anything that would give my expression away as a prank, joke whatever —

My mother knew before I ever told Sebastian I was carrying his child, someone had already handed her a reason to let him go. I didn’t sleep that night. I just lay there on my back in the dark, staring at the ceiling, letting the truth settle over me. No fighting it, no trying to organize it into neat little boxes, just letting it land. My mother, a forged document, a man who had decided how everyone else’s story would end before they even realized they were part of the game.