Pregnancy Blue Lips Novels & Stories

“I’m afraid of the heat now. Don’t stay close to me.” Zephyr smiled weakly and could only keep a distance from her. He picked up her legs to massage them on his lap. Cordelia sometimes had cramps or severe water retention in her legs. It was no fun. There were also spots on her face. Although it was due to hormonal imbalance from the pregnancy and did not affect her beauty, as she would go back to how she looked like with consistent care after labor, Zephyr sometimes saw her sighing in the mirror.

Blake grasped my hand, squeezing it harder than I was expecting, and I could instantly sense his anxiety. "Make sure they're not too strenuous," Blake's mom added. "Her blood pressure is low. Which is normal for pregnancy. So I'd keep it to a jog. No racing your mate for now." His mom smiled and jabbed at him. "Although I know she can beat your butt. So it'll probably also spare a bruise to your ego." She winked. Blake chuckled and said, "I'll wait until after birth to show her who the alpha is."

With tightened lips, Clarence said, "I see." "Then I'm leaving now, Mr. Conrad," declared the doctor. "Okay." The doctor said in a whisper before he left, "Mr. Conrad, you can still have sex with your wife after the third month of pregnancy, Simply manage your strength." Clarence stumbled over words. He shut the door once the doctor left. He moved over to the bed. He peered down at the woman on the bed, hands still in his pockets. Stella was not even close to a deep sleep. But her pale face was flushed an unusual shade of pink, and her eyelashes were quivering. She had crimson lips.

"someone to massage the lower back area which I am prepared to do on a schedule if you would like to set one." "You want to set a massage schedule." "Preventatively, yes." "Liam." "Elena." "You highlighted a pregnancy book." "I colour-coded it, actually." He held it up. "Yellow is symptoms to watch for. Pink is nutrition. Green is things I need to do." He paused. "There is a lot of green." I looked at the ceiling. I looked back at him. "You are insane," I said with complete affection. I was horrified to notice. "You are absolutely, completely insane."

Russell nodded, then Madeline smiled at the pair. “I’m not surprised. Indeed, conditions like your wife often occur, and usually these are called false contractions. Sometimes pregnant women often experience cramps and sometimes swelling of the soles of the feet. Just a suggestion, for the lady to wear comfortable shoes, not pointy-toed like that, this will interfere with her blood circulation, “ Madeline said. Madeline and Raina finally got acquainted and engaged in small talk. Raina and Russell shared that they both wanted to find a child-friendly apartment, because the environment they live in is not a friendly environment for pregnant women and children.

After a few minutes, he leaned back and sighed. “What?” I asked. “Well, it’s not life-threatening, but the baby is a bit weak.” My heart sank. “That’s what Lena said too,” I admitted quietly. Wesley gave me a reassuring smile. "It’s not uncommon. Some babies have a weak grip in the early stages of pregnancy, but it can improve with time. The key is rest, a healthy diet, and avoiding stress. And… You’ll also need supplements. Herbal remedies are especially good for Lycan pregnancies."

the lady in the lavender dress replied. Her pink lips curved into a beautiful smile that matched well with her light blue eyes. Now that I could see her up close, I found myself captivated by her beauty. Her face looked like a doll with big round eyes framed with light blonde lashes that matched her hair. Her eyes were a beautiful blue, and her cheeks were a rosy pink. The smell of her sweet flowery perfumed filled my nostrils and I was reminded of lilies. “Lady Regina, are you sure that you are fine? I humbly suggest that we get one of the royal doctors to examine you right away,” the other woman said.

[Three Months Later] Being pregnant with one werewolf was hard. Being pregnant with two Royal Lycans—one of whom was a prophesied agent of chaos—was basically an extreme sport. I was enormous. My belly stretched so far out I hadn't seen my feet in weeks. My back ached constantly, and my ankles were swollen to the size of grapefruits. "Pink," I declared, holding up a fluffy, rose-colored blanket. "For the girl. It’s cute."

His smile vanished, replaced by a frown. “That’s quite a bruise,” he murmured. “I’ll get some ointment.” “No!” I protested. “It’s fine. I get bruises like this all the time from dancing. And I can’t use ointment while I’m pregnant. It's not good for the Baby.” Before I could say another word, I felt a warm, soft pressure on the bruise. His lips. He was kissing it. A shiver ran down my spine, a mixture of surprise and… something else.