Ocean Waves Hitting Pregnant Belly Novels & Stories

I take a sip and frown. Why is it tasting different?. Well, maybe it's because I'm angry. I gulp down everything and put the empty glass in the sink. I take my jacket off and starts to wash the glass. After washing it, I start drying it. The glass suddenly falls from my hand when an unbearable pain strikes my abdomen, I fall on my knees. "Oh my God!" I clung on my stomach, the pain increases every second. What's happening? Is this kind of pain normal during pregnancy?.

But I never imagined that this man who once risked jail for me would now hurt me again for the woman who had harmed me before. I felt a strong movement in my belly, as if my baby was worried for me. With one last shred of hope, I begged him. "Steven, I don't feel well today. I don't want to ride the drop tower." Steven's expression changed instantly, and he refused firmly without a second thought. "No way, we already agreed to this. Besides, don't you love the drop tower?" He gripped my wrist so hard that I, a heavily pregnant woman, couldn't break free.

The storm that night was terrifying for everyone out at sea, including Theodor and his dad, Carl. "Pull up the nets! Don't let the waves cut them loose and take the fish we've caught tonight! Secure the anchor and use all your strength!" Carl yelled amid the rain and flashes of lightning, accompanied by the roar of waves that seemed like they would crush their boat in one sweep.

Like it landed somewhere deep in my chest and refused to move. “That’s not possible,” I said immediately. Too fast. Too certain. She nodded, like she’d expected that response. “We haven’t done an ultrasound yet,” she explained calmly. “But your blood work is very clear. Your hormone levels are consistent with early pregnancy. Combined with your fainting, the nausea noted that night, the fatigue, and the stress your body’s been under—it lines up.” I felt dizzy again. Early pregnancy. I shook my head, trying to catch up. “But… you’re sure?”

Looking at the deep blue sea, the dark sky and the angry waves made them feel like they're seeing the end of the world. As the waves continued crashing into their boat alongside with the heavy rain and the strong, swooshing wind, they were soaked wet within just a minute. The way the boat went up and down in relevance with how the sea moved made them feel seasick. Even though their stomachs didn't have anything inside, they still feel the need to throw up and the dizziness was uncontrollable.

"Save the act!" She had not been braced for it. With her pregnancy that far along, she hit the ground and doubled over, gasping as she clutched her stomach. The baby inside her was thrashing from the impact. Her face drained of color as she rubbed her belly, trying desperately to soothe it. "Easy, baby. Your grandma's just playing. It's okay." I let out a cold laugh. "I'd be happy to see you both dead."

Before us stretched the vast, crystalline sea—its gradations of deep blue utterly breathtaking beneath the afternoon sky. I smiled faintly, unable to tear my gaze away from her glowing face as the ocean breeze played across it. "Is my wife happy, hmm?" Her head bobbed in an eager nod, her fingers tightening around mine. "Mm! I'm so happy, Samuel! I want to run over there and splash in the water!" she said, impatient with excitement, pointing toward the waves that chased each other along the shore. "Hey—no running," I said, my voice gentle but firm as I held her back. "Remember, darling, you're in your early pregnancy. No jumping, no running. We'll take a slow, leisurely walk along the shorel

The ship cut through the ocean like it was trying to outrun the storm chasing us. Waves slammed against the hull, salt spray soaking everything. The sky stayed black even at midday, thunder rolling like a warning that never ended. I stood on deck—Aiden—with my arm wrapped tight around Nyx’s waist. Her belly was round again, heavy with life, our third pup kicking restlessly as if it felt the storm too. Nyx’s face was pale, green with seasickness and fear. A mother’s fear never rested.

The ocean waves crash against the stilts, indifferent to the monster in the cradle. The honeymoon is over.

The waves crashed against the rocks hard, just like the anger burning in my chest. I got out of the car and walked to the edge. The wind blew my hair across my face, and the rain soaked through my jacket in seconds. But I didn't move. I just stood there, looking down at the place where I almost died. Where maybe I should have died. "What's the point?" I yelled at the ocean. The storm swallowed my voice. "What's the point of fighting when they just keep coming after me?" The baby moved inside me, like it was answering. Like it was telling me I wasn't alone anymore. That I couldn't give up.