Ocean Waves Hitting Pregnant Belly Novels & Stories

Maya sighed, her hand caressing her belly, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Just come out already," she playfully cooed, a chuckle escaping her lips. As Maya went about her daily duties, assisted by her attentive maids, the anticipation continued to build. However, that anticipation turned to alarm as a sudden pinch jolted through her belly. Moments later, a trickle of fluid ran down her legs, and the telltale signs of labor began. Maya's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and intensity as she clutched her belly, waves of pain surging through her.

Then, she playfully poked my lower region, which reacted immediately. However, I couldn't do anything since Vicky was pregnant. Thus, I tapped her nose and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower. When I came out, Vicky was scrolling on her phone while muttering about all the precautions we needed to start taking. I figured we should focus on the basics first, so I suggested we visit the hospital to check how far along she was and to make sure the baby was healthy. Vicky agreed after hearing my words. She curled up against me and joked about how pregnancy was already making her feel scatterbrained.

She didn't say a word as she went about setting out his towels and robe, and then as he stepped into the hot shower, she quietly tried to slip away, praying that he came back to the bedroom in a much better mood. She knew that he had a tendency to be rough with her when he was stressed and angry, but she was no idiot, she knew that her body was designed to protect the baby in her belly from harm during sex. She might be swollen and extremely sore from all of the new pregnancy hormones invading her body in order to grow her little anchor baby, but she was more than willing to take the pain in order to restore her place in the heart of Mr. Moneybags and his family.

She felt herself falling, her hands desperately clawing at her stomach, trying to shield her unborn child as the darkness swallowed her whole. When Jade finally opened her eyes, the sound of the New York rain was gone. Instead, the rhythmic, crashing sound of ocean waves echoed through the room. She was lying on a massive king-sized bed wrapped in sheer white silk netting. The air was thick, hot, and smelled heavily of salt and tropical flowers. She bolted upright, her hand immediately flying to her abdomen. She gasped, letting out a ragged breath when she felt the steady, reassuring warmth of her body. The baby was still there.

Pregnant. The word echoed in her mind like a stone thrown into calm waters, creating concentric ripples of conflicting emotions. The first was joy—pure, instinctive, luminous. Her hand moved automatically to her still-flat belly, an ancestral gesture of protection and recognition. But in the next second, fear arrived like a dark tide.

Aria’s POV The doctor used the word rest six times in ten minutes. By the seventh time, I wanted to scream. “I am resting,” I insisted. The woman on the screen gave me a patient look during the video consultation. “With respect, Miss Collins, emotional stress affects pregnancy more than most people realize.” I sat curled into the corner of the couch, trying very hard not to look irritated. Across the room, Damien stood near the dining area speaking quietly with Marcus while pretending not to listen. Pretending badly.

I heard the roaring waves encountering the heavy rain which caused the floor of the ship tremble but I still managed to stand by holding the wall. I stepped into the bathroom and locked. After having my wash, a clap of thunder met my ears which made me lose my balance as I walked out. My foot slipped over the wet floor and I saw the water mixed with the blood flowing down my legs. Thick and sticky blood felt from my hands as I saw the lifeless fetus between my legs. Tiny well-defined fingers and toes; eyelids, eyebrows, eyelashes, nails, and hair were closer to my sight---my baby! The movement of the ocean waves was untamed as I was moving back and forth inside the bathroom, and I kept shout

Clairessa’s POV The sea breeze brushed against my face, whipping my hair lightly in the wind, and for a fleeting moment I forgot I was in my third trimester and wobbling around like a penguin most days. I shut my eyes, soaking it all in, trying not to laugh at Gabriel’s ridiculous insistence on this trip. “Gabriel....” I pressed a hand over my swollen belly. “I have no idea why you insisted we take a vacation now. I’m literally one wrong laugh away from going into labor. What if my water breaks in the middle of the ocean?”

Reuben appears swiftly from the other side of the marquee as Pierce’s hands touch my round firm pregnant belly. “It’s fine Reuben…The baby just moved…” Another movement cuts me off from talking this time, the baby was kicking out at my ribs, the sensation making me feel slightly nauseous. Pierce had naturally touched my stomach out of concern forgetting that touching another male’s pregnant female was a big no no in our community. Reuben’s hormones were super charged in preparation for the arrival of this baby, readying to defend me and his pup as I am currently at my weakest. I loud gasp escapes me as something gushes from under me, and it is only when I look down that I see Pierce’s tanned

She was actually crying. "I don't know. I guess pregnancy hormones can do this to a woman." She sniffed while wiping her tears. "Pregnancy hormones? Why can't I sense a life growing inside you?" Vladimir demanded with a suspicious look on his face. He might be thinking that Amber was playing a trick on him. "An Oracle had created a spell on me. Only a few selected people can watch my big giant belly." Amber smiled at her own words while unconsciously caressing her baby bump.