Mpreg Birth Novels & Stories

The man’s hands didn’t touch Bella, but his presence felt like a wall. “The pregnancy is about five weeks along,” the doctor said after the examination. “Everything looks normal.” Bella nodded, staring at the black-and-white screen. There was a small dot there. Barely visible. But the dot was real. Aaron stood up first. “Thank you, Doctor.” In the parking lot, the Texas sun was scorching. Aaron opened the car door for Bella—a small gesture that made her pause. “From now on,” Aaron said as he drove, “you’re moving to a house closer by. Security will be increased. Your schedule—”

“You might.” Then her voice hardened. “Give the child to my men.” “No.” Her silence was a dagger. I continued before she spoke. “I wasn’t lying. The baby will die if she is taken away from Marianne. She was born under severe distress. Breeched birth, low oxygen, unstable vitals. She needs immediate and continuous maternal regulation—her mother’s warmth, heartbeat, and breastfeeding—for at least one month.” “You’re lying,” Mia said sharply.

After undergoing Skin to Skin, Morgan again let his son be handled and cleaned by the Sisters. And now he turned to look at his wife, who was still closing her eyes. But calm down; his wife has passed her critical period and is just waiting for her to wake up. And Morgan is grateful that his children and wife are doing well. Although she was born not quite full term and only entered the 8th month, Morgan was quite grateful that her child did not enter the incubator because her body weight and vital organs and nerves were already functioning perfectly and well after undergoing medical records again.

"There's not much to say. The baby was born two weeks ago, and she married my cousin two months ago. They say the baby looks just like him." Priscila wanted to cry, hug him, and tell him how sorry she was, but he continued: "Magnus, my cousin, was raised by my parents when my aunt passed away. He was like my younger brother and he was my confidant throughout this process of trying to conceive. He was my drinking buddy when I was depressed because we couldn't get pregnant." They remained silent for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts, and Pri had nothing to comment on. What he had gone through was too painful, and it had happened not long ago.

This birthmark was identical to the faint memory I had. When I gave birth to Mia, I had lost so much blood that I passed out before I could even hear her cry. However, before blacking out, I distinctly remember seeing a small birthmark on her left arm. When I woke up, the birthmark was gone. Daniel and Marissa had both insisted I must’ve imagined it, blaming exhaustion and the chaos of childbirth for my confusion. Now, though? Seeing that same birthmark on Finn’s arm, the memories came flooding back.

In the center, inside a clear incubator, lay baby Maggie, premature and heartbreakingly fragile. Bianca gulped, swallowing down a sob as she looked at her daughter, the baby’s skin almost translucent, chest fluttering with shallow, determined breaths. Her eyes trailed over her child’s body as she looked in through the glass window. The tiny fingers curled and uncurled, no bigger than matchsticks, trembling with the effort of simply existing.

He weighed in at over four kilograms and was just over sixty-six centimeters. He’s perfect. Ten fingers, ten toes, my dark hair, and Regina’s blue eyes. And given that he was born naturally with no complications, I guess it proved Regina’s point that she was truly made to be with me. I doubt any other woman could have carried, let alone birth, my son so easily. Within hours of his birth, the hospital staff had a circus of ranked wolves to try and control.

He reached out blindly, tangling his fingers with Ginny's. Magda turned and pointed a stern, uncompromising finger at Ginny. "But your body has been pushed entirely too far, Ginny. You are human, carrying a pup with the combined Alpha bloodlines of two generations. That alone is a monumental strain. Add in the sheer panic of today, the sprinting up the stairs, and the exposure to that vile dark magic... your uterus is spasming violently in severe distress. You are not losing this pup, but as of this exact second, you are on strict, absolute bedrest until this little prince is born." Magda leaned closer, her eyes locked onto Ginny's. "You do not lift a finger. You do not stress. You do not cl

Margaret turned to look at me, confusion visible on her face. “Can I...watch?” I asked, unsure whether it was a wise idea, but I couldn’t pass out on the opportunity to witness the miracle of life in this kingdom...in this realm no less. The fact that the pregnant woman was a she-wolf added my curiosity. How did the women in this realm give birth? “Of course, you can, Your Highness,” Margaret was excited to say. “Theya would be ecstatic. Come.” I was about to find out how.

she murmurs, crying, wiping the tears with one hand. “Of course, you will,” I say with teary eyes. The latest news of my triplet pregnancy isn't the best. Dr. Milton tells me that I could have a premature pregnancy and thus be at complete risk. He also says, because I am of medium height and thin, I may not bear a pregnancy until the ninth month because of my weight. My pneumonia also has to be factored in, which until then has not been part of my health condition. As he explains to me that the disease could come back, which in my case probably won’t and only serves to complicate people's health, this could cause pregnancy complications, or that's what I understand, more or less. But the new