Miraculous Pregnancy Novels & Stories

Mira asked "Your stomach, what happened to it?" Lulu asked wondering why Mira's stomach was as flat as that of a model Mira rubbed her stomach and smiled "it's there but you can't see it" Mira chuckled "Hmm, I don't understand. I'm look right at it" lulu said "Caleb helped me do some magic on it, he has a few gifts. So he casted a spell on my body, no one will know I'm pregnant except I tell them" Mira explained

"Baby will be between-born. First between-born. First consciousness-child. That's that's gift. That's miracle. Baby will be fine." We'd disagreed. We'd argued. We'd tried to stop her. But ultimately couldn't. Her choice. Her body. Her baby. Her right. So Mira went to between. Pregnant. And we maintained her physical body. Kept it healthy. Kept pregnancy progressing. Monitored development. Waited worried for birth. Physical birth never happened. Mira's body remained pregnant. Belly grew. Baby developed. But no labor. No delivery. No physical birth. Because baby was born in between. Born as consciousness. Born not physical. Born entirely different.

She thought in between contractions. Mira in her most vulnerable time of her life, since that fateful night of the lunar eclipse she wasn't able summon her white lighter Lila. Nor tap to use her powers she relied on her knowledge of herbal medicine to get by with the help of Alethea and Diego. Diego acted as her husband should there will be enquiries about her pregnancy. When she was planning to abort the child Diego offered to help.

"But I am pregnant." "Yes, you are. Against very long odds." "What do you mean?" "I mean after your miscarriage, I estimated that your chances of getting pregnant again were less than five percent." I stared at him. "Five percent?" "Maybe less." "So this pregnancy..." "Is essentially a miracle." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A miracle?" "Jane, I need you to understand something. This might be your last chance at motherhood." "My last chance?" "Truthfully, there's a high chance you may never conceive again."

Gave me space. When my cries finally softened into sniffles, she spoke. “Anytime you’re ready, we can continue.” I lifted my head, my voice trembling. “But… how?” She smiled. “Just like I told you before. Sometimes these things happen. Not even science can explain it.” I wiped at my face, still trying to process. “But… I was told I couldn’t…” She nodded gently. “It’s a miracle, Mina. Miracles happen. And you… you’re actually pregnant.”

She’s short, middle-aged, and somehow always smells like smoke and salt. “I felt a surge,” she says bluntly. “Let me see him.” Edward stiffens, but I nod. Mira guides me to sit. She places her hands over my stomach, closes her eyes, and hums. The air shifts. A prickle travels over my skin. She inhales sharply. Opens her eyes. And stumbles backward. “What?” Edward growls, stepping in front of me. “What did you see?” Mirembe presses a hand to her chest. “That child… Albert, this pregnancy isn’t normal. The pup is…” She hesitates, searching for the right word. “...ancient.”

"Mira, you look pale. Are you sick?" Mira's throat tightened. She had been avoiding this conversation, this terrible possibility, but she couldn't run from it any longer. The signs were all there—the nausea, the exhaustion, the way her body seemed to hum with a new kind of energy. "I think I'm pregnant, Anya," she whispered, the words falling like stones into the quiet evening air. "Lucian's child." Anya's eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth. "Are you sure?"

"Mrs. Palmer, do you really want to terminate this pregnancy? You know Mr. Palmer's situation. If you go through with this, it'll be very difficult for him to have children in the future. Once the abortion is done, there's no turning back!" The doctor looked at me in disbelief and even took out Henry's medical report. "Mrs. Palmer, the fact that you were able to conceive Mr. Palmer's child this time is already considered a medical miracle. I advise you to reconsider—"

She thought about the darkness they'd been drowning in, the way it had seeped into their bones, the way they'd stopped fighting it and started embracing it. Could she bring a child into this? Could she not? --- Kieran found her an hour later, still sitting on the bathroom floor, the test clutched in her hands. He took one look at her face, at the plastic stick, and went very still. "Mira." "I'm pregnant." Her voice was flat, hollow. "I didn't plan it. I didn't even think about it. We've been so careful—except that one time, in the basement, when we—" She stopped, her throat closing. "I'm pregnant."

They hung in the air like someone speaking a language I didn't understand. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" "You're pregnant. About six weeks, based on the tests." Alejandro's hand went limp in mine. "But the doctors said—" "Sometimes miracles happen," Dr. Luke said gently. "The human body is amazing. When you heal from bad things, when you have less stress, when you get healthier - all of these things can change what seemed impossible." I stared at the ceiling, counting the tiny holes in the tiles while my brain tried to understand what she had said.