Pregnancy Blue Lips Novels & Stories

I started to feel heavy and a little uncomfortable lying without a pillow under my head. Lake quickly lifted my head and put on a pillow as if he heard my mind. “Does this feel okay?” “Much better.” I bent my knees and held my legs up so he could tunnel me. “Look at this pussy, pink and so wet,” he said as he pulled his cock out, gaze remained between my legs. I curled my toes, becoming self-conscious as the melasma started appearing in some places, especially on my face and inner thighs. I applied some pregnancy-safe cream, but my body was also changing.

Little wonder the agony I felt in my pussy was too much, almost like I was getting ripped in two. "Is..." I gulped, looking from Fred to Blue. "Is the baby safe? I mean, you guys were pretty rough last night, and I'm feeling a slight pain in my abdomen..do you think —" "You don't have to bother about it." Smiling, Blue placed his hand on my stomach. "We can feel it. You don't have to worry about it." Nodding, I picked up the pill from where he placed it, and swallowed it, drinking it down with the water.

• • • "Mili?" Rose softly called. Miliani was seated behind Rose tenderly messaging Rose's head with a light hair oil. "Hmm?" She answered carefully working with her fingers, aiding to Rose's relaxation. The final stages of the pregnancy are indeed very difficult to bear. Rose's feet have swollen, she finds it hard to straighten her back properly due to the heaviness of her belly, her breaths have become shortened, she often feels painful cramps in her lower back, also the excessive tiredness consuming her body does not help either. But whenever Miliani messages her scalp and then, reads Rose some of her favourite books, Rose finds it quite relieving.

After a couple minutes of nail biting silence she turned the screen so we could see. “Well congratulations betas you are definitely pregnant. Your pup seems to be healthy, heartbeat is nice and strong and by the looks of the pups size, you are around four weeks pregnant” she told us with a smile. “See told you this small belly wasn’t from eating extra” I told Benson smacking his arm. “Did you see that doc she beats me I need help” “HAHA I saw nothing Beta Benson sorry” she laughed. “Right I’m going to get one of the nurses to come and take some blood so we can check your iron levels, sometimes in pregnancy your levels can drop which can make you very ill meaning the pups health would also be

PREGNANT (3+) Two sharp, thick red lines were boldly printed across the display. Elena recoiled. Her hand reflexively clapped over her mouth to stifle a shock-induced shriek that nearly escaped her throat. Tears of sheer anxiety instantly welled in the corners of her eyes. Every joint in her body suddenly turned to water, forcing the aristocratic woman to sink helplessly onto the cold marble floor—precisely as she had on that horrific night weeks ago. "No... this is impossible..." Elena murmured hoarsely. She shook her head, her vacant gaze filled with an extraordinary panic. "How can I be pregnant? From just one accursed night?"

Her skin was smooth, and her face was flawless. She had a sharp gaze and plump red lips. As she sat there, she had a radiant and intimidating aura. Catherine tightened the grip on the strap of her handbag instinctively and straightened her posture. She resisted the urge to touch her face. She was well aware that since her pregnancy, freckles had started to appear on her face. Furthermore, since she had not been resting well recently, it left her looking rather haggard. With the cosmetics that were deemed safe for pregnant women, she could barely conceal the signs of aging that had appeared on her face.

The light makeup was very suitable for her, simple yet exquisite. It brought out her pink, rosy cheeks, and her lips seemed soft and juicy, just like jelly. Mark squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows, “Is it necessary to wear make up for a lecture?” he said with a dissatisfied tone. She continued to put lip gloss on. She did not bother to even look at him. It was said to be light makeup, but in fact, due to pregnancy, she barely put anything besides a little bit of eyeliner and some lip gloss on her face.

Kaitlyn took one look in the mirror and frowned. It seemed her makeup was too much. She looked perfect and from what she had seen of other pregnant women, they weren't supposed to be perfect. Sighing, she grabbed a tissue from the Chanel bag on her lap and began dabbing at the makeup on her face. Her makeup artist had simply overdone it. No pregnant woman had sparkling blue eyes, rimmed with black eyeliner, a bronzed-up face, and her hair looking soft, fluffy, and extra blonde.

I do not wish to look weak, it isn't in my blood to be so. Fixing my hair brushing it out, adding a little red lipstick to my pale lips to add colour. "No matter what I do, I look sick," I say with a frustrated sigh wondering where that pregnancy glow of mine that the females' talked about went. My skin has gotten paler as if life is being sucked out of me yet it causes me no worry but happiness as my life is given to my pup.

But could it be because of what happened this morning? Knowing my wife’s current behavior, she was definitely holding a grudge. Picking up my phone, I wanted to call her, but ended up hesitating. Even if I did call her, what was I going to say? I scrolled over to the online healer I had been speaking to. I’d responded to the last message she sent. “During pregnancy, most women tend to get irritated at the slightest occasion. It’s best not to do anything that could trigger her hormones.” Pinching the space between my brows, I exhaled.