Ocean Waves Hitting Pregnant Belly Novels & Stories

He exuded energy, using his youthful enthusiasm to rally those who were nervous as they descended into the hold. Amelia’s heart raced, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she fought to maintain control at the wheel. Waves crashed violently, spraying salty mist against her face, soaking her clothes and blurring her vision. Her stomach twisted with exhaustion as fatigue from pregnancy threatened to overtake her focus; every muscle in her body strained under the weight of the ship's turbulence.

I knew that I was safe, but there was no harm in being extra discrete about it all. The sun was slowly rising again, and I quickly realized that I had slept for a very long time. Being pregnant, I was usually tired a lot regardless, but the escape must have taken a lot out of me for me to shut down like that. As a series of particularly big waves rocked the ship, I stumbled and almost lost my balance. As I swayed and desperately try to regain my footing, the people around me stepped back. I could fully understand not wanting to be near a pregnant woman who was likely to vomit– but at the same time, it was a clear reminder that I was on my own now.

I feel like I just got slapped in the face. My hands fly to my mouth. Oh my f*ing God… Then the other hand instinctively goes to my belly, pressing against the soft swell of my pregnancy. No… I must be hearing this wrong. I have to be.

“She's got a belly like that, you'd think she'd have more sense than to wander around like a lost pup." "Pregnant omegas," a man grumbled, his words thick with prejudice, “they're a menace. Always causing trouble." Trouble? I blinked again, trying to piece together the fragmented memories. A car, headlights blinding, a screech of tires, the sickening lurch of my stomach, the taste of bile rising in my throat. I'd almost been hit. My fingers instinctively went to my stomach, tracing the gentle curve that was growing more prominent with each passing day.

Sitting down, Lucy hands me her sun cream. “Can you put some on my back, please?” I nod, taking it from her as I rub it in to her back as I turn and she does mine. Once coated in the sticky sun cream, we take our positions and feel the heat warm our skin. My belly is still flat, so it is hard to tell I am pregnant. Looking out over the ocean, I feel at peace. I haven’t felt like this for a very long time, maybe never actually.

I can still feel the sting of the slap that sent me sprawling to the side, my hand instinctively cradling my now-painful abdomen. Tears flow down my cheeks like an unending river, a mixture of anger, betrayal, and despair. How could he say those things? How could he believe that I could betray him in such a way? The pain in my chest is unbearable, but the pain in my abdomen is more immediate. Fear grips me as I hold my belly, worried about the precious life growing within me. Is the baby okay? Did the fall harm my child? Panic surges through me as I try to calm myself, urging the little one to move, to reassure me that they're unharmed.

"That's because of pheromone disorder." "Your pheromones' fluctuations affect the health of the baby, and when the wave is too high, it causes pain in the womb area." He placed the report before me, and I picked it up to check. My lips tightened when I saw the ratio of my pheromone. It was really too high. "I'd advise you to stop being too emotional and try to relax your mood more." "It will benefit the baby." The doctor explained. I nodded, sighing deeply.

Trees, early light, a stretch of sky that looks too calm for what is happening inside me. My fever comes in waves. One moment I am shivering, the next my skin feels like it is burning from the inside out. Nausea coils in my stomach, tight and insistent, but I swallow it down. I refuse to throw up in his car. I refuse to give him that. The word pregnant repeats in my head like a bruise being pressed again and again. It does not feel real yet. It feels like something spoken about another woman, a stranger with my face.

In that instant, he knew I was about to go into labor. As the waves of pain rolled through me, I clutched the edge of the counter, my knuckles turning white with the intensity of the sensation. Thoughts raced through my mind in a whirlwind of emotions fear, excitement, and a touch of apprehension. The realization that our little one was on the way, ready to make their grand entrance into the world, filled me with a mix of joy and nervousness.

Before I can regain my balance, Alix pounces on me, driving her fists into my ribs and stomach. Pain explodes through my body as I fall to the ground, trying to curl up to protect my belly. But Alix doesn’t stop. She’s kicking me now, and I hear someone else’s voice, then another. Hands grab me, pull me, hit me. The blows are coming from every direction, and all I can do is stay in a crouched position, wrapping my arms around my stomach to shield my unborn child.