Ocean Waves Hitting Pregnant Belly Novels & Stories

she asks and puts the jelly on Quinn’s stomach. “Eight weeks.” Quinn’s hand shakes. I grip it tighter. Using my free hand, I smooth her hair back, not taking my eyes off the screen. “And you were hit in the stomach?” “Yes. By a doorknob.” “Are you having any pain?” “I felt some really sharp shooting pains and then felt crampy. It went away though.” I didn’t know Quinn was feeling any pain at all. Getting hit in the stomach in the first trimester isn’t usually a cause for concern…unless it’s followed by pain or bleeding.

Violent. The thunderstorm spectacle on the other side of the windowpane was so violent that it frightened the lady staring into the chaos as she caressed her protruding belly. She did not hear about the thunderstorm coming and thought that she might have missed it while browsing the early morning news. She was about to shut the curtain to cover the windowpane when she felt her stomach tightening into a searing pain and in an instant, she was engulfed in the unbearable twisting and pain distending across her abdomen.

I had now managed to pull on my T-shirt and stepped out from the inner section of the yacht. I noticed Bella gripping the rail tightly, her breath coming in sharp gasps as her body trembled. "What’s wrong?" I asked, concern overtaking my earlier fatigue. As I approached her, I spotted a small puddle of water pooling at her feet, her grey leggings now soaked. Oh no. "I’m having this baby, and we’re on a boat... damn it, Ace, do something!" she growled, not bothering to face me. Her knuckles were nearly white from her grip on the rail.

Closing my eyes might help me gain a little bit of strength and it might help stop the excruciating pain in my head and also my stomach. Wait… stomach. I'm pregnant right? I widened my eyes as the images of what Darren did to me came rushing through my mind. I hit my head on the wall and also hit my stomach on the floor before I passed out. I quickly touch my stomach. My baby… is my baby still alive? My pregnancy is still young and has no baby bump so I couldn't tell if my baby is still alive or not.

Her word is whispered, and God the way she said it. “Yes, Harlyn?” I ask, and feel her body tense, the anger flashing in her eyes as she pushes me back. “Harlyn, no.” I groan as she punches me, and she screams. “I’m getting whiplash from your mood swings.” I shake my hand and look at her. “Stay away from me.” She growls and steps back. “Harlyn, you might have broke you hand, let me check.” I step forward, and she goes to hit me again. “Okay, I won’t come any closer.” Sighing, I look at her.

Emma stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, lifting her loose sweater slowly. Her breath caught as she stared at her reflection. The gentle swell that had been barely noticeable just weeks ago was now unmistakably there, a soft, rounded curve pushing outward from her lower abdomen. At just over four months along, her pregnant belly was starting to show in a way that made everyday clothes feel tighter and her body feel irrevocably changed. She turned sideways, running both hands over the smooth, warm skin. A flutter of movement inside made her smile, a dark, possessive thrill blooming in her chest.

I reached out and touched my baby bump, pressing my hand on my stomach without thinking. A small pain twisted inside me again. I pressed too hard. I winced as the pain shot through my body, adrenaline pulsing through my veins. The shaman noticed immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly. “I honestly want you to know that you are not cursed and your baby is going to be fine. All you are experiencing is the reaction of your baby and your hormones. There is nothing unusual about it. It's pretty normal for pregnant women.” I heaved a sigh and ran my fingers through my hair. I knew I had called the wrong shaman.

For a moment, the chaos fell away — just the roar of the engine, the blur of rain, and Lena clutching her stomach as another faint glow pulsed through her skin. Adrian glanced over. “You okay?” She nodded weakly. “I think so. But Adrian…” He turned his head slightly. “What?” Her eyes glimmered with silver light. “It’s moving.” The air in the car thickened. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her stomach. Beneath the heat of her skin, something shifted — a slow, deliberate movement, far too strong for an unborn child. Adrian’s jaw locked. “That’s not normal.”

With unresolved emotions swirling inside like riffles across turbulent waters. At Linda home, afternoon sun cast a warm golden hue through the large bay windows of their living room, creating a soft cocoon that enveloped Linda as she sank deeper into the couch. She instinctively cradled her belly, the swelling a constant reminder of the life she was nurturing within. But today, that warmth felt like an illusion, overshadowed by a chill that coiled around her nerves. The pregnancy was nearing its end—only fewer months remained until her due date—but the symptoms weighed heavy on her body. Waves of waist pain coursed through her, sharp and unrelenting, like a constant anticipation of something

Chapter 101 RAYANA POV My hands flew to my belly protectively when the craft rocked under the waves of a violent turbulant. A tide of fear pulled through me and I found myself dreading the trip more than ever. Ever since I found out about the little life growing inside of me, my senses had been on steroids, my adrenalin pouch thinned and busted whenever something so much as moved an inch. I was always in protective mode no matter how hard it was to stomach the mere idea of me being pregnant.