Novel & Cerita Pregnancy Counterattack

" I added, rolling my eyes. Suddenly I heard the door of the office open. But I didn't turn around to look at who it was. I was bent on getting a response from the doctor. "All pregnant women know this except you of course. Orgasms are contractions of your pelvic muscles and it strengthens them. It basically helps to ease labour pains and improves bladder control which is mainly to avoid leaks or urination during pregnancy. I just want you to know that stronger pelvic muscles can also lead to a quicker recovery after you give birth. It is not necessary and I am not trying to force you."

He replied me. I felt my defenses rise at his words, the protective instincts of a mother-to-be kicking in. "That's not fair," I protested. "Akayla has been nothing but kind to me. Even when I was going crazy because of my pregnancy, she assisted me every way and I’m grateful to her. If she wanted to harm, she could have done so easily after all these weeks.”

Skylar reclined on the worn-out couch in the small cabin, her hands gently resting on her swollen belly. Each kick, each flutter of her baby provided her with a glimmer of hope. Despite the dire circumstances, the signs of life within her reassured her that her child was still fighting, just as she was.

"Of coming here and lying to everyone about it." "You should leave the team," another girl added. "Go home and take care of your bastard child." They're all against me, I realized. Sarah has turned them all against me. "I'm not leaving," I said firmly. "I have every right to be here." "Right?" Sarah laughed harshly. "You have the right to put your unborn child at risk for your own selfish ambitions?" "My pregnancy is barely two months along," I said, deciding to be completely honest. "And according to the program rules, I can participate until I'm three to four months pregnant."

“They’ve successfully made the pregnancy a central part of the public record. They’re pushing for a full trial with media access and trying to subpoena more medical details. The judge granted a broader scope than we wanted. The next hearing is in two weeks, and it’s going to be very public.” Lila felt the baby kick hard, as if sensing her tension. She rubbed her stomach soothingly. “What’s our best move?” she asked. “We fight every subpoena. We prepare strong character witnesses. And we control our own narrative — interviews, statements, whatever it takes. But you need to be prepared, Lila. They’re going to try to paint you as manipulative. They’re going to use the pregnancy against you.” Ma

"I'm done being protected. I'm fighting." --- Kael pulled me aside after the meeting. His face was tight. His jaw was clenched. "You can't fight. You're eight months pregnant." "I can fight." "You can barely walk without getting winded." "I fought yesterday. With a sword. Against Council wolves." "You got lucky." "I got powerful." I grabbed his hand. Pressed it to my belly. "Feel that? Two heartbeats. Two souls. They're not afraid. Neither am I." Kael closed his eyes.

The baby inside me kicked encouragingly, and I felt a surge of energy flow through my limbs. I struck. My fist shot forward faster than I'd intended. Kael blocked, but I saw something like surprise flash across his face at the speed. I followed with a low kick. He shifted his weight to avoid it, countering with a grab that I barely slipped. We moved through the exchange like dancers—strike, block, counter, evade. My body moved with an instinct I'd never possessed before. Each time Kael adjusted his strategy, I adapted without thinking. My pregnant belly should have thrown off my balance, but instead, it felt like a center of gravity, grounding me.

“About how you deceived me? About how you’re engaged to another woman who’s the complete opposite of me?” I look at him, utterly heartbroken. It’s almost as if I can hear something inside me shattering into a million pieces. I can’t bring myself to tell him about the baby — I’m too afraid of how he’ll react. No. He can’t know. He mustn’t... what if he asks me to terminate the pregnancy? Or worse, what if he demands custody of the baby? No, that can’t happen... I can’t tell him. “You owe me no explanations. I’ll let your fiancée in now,” I say finally, turning away and leaving the room quickly before he can say another word. “Ms. Sidney? You can go in. Mr. Hart is ready for you.”

Kamila's POV: The Bastard I clench my fists in anger as I stare at his back while he departs with one of his henchmen at his side. I seem to remember his name - Fabio, wasn't it? Peter's next in command. Well, I don't care. I don't care about him doing anything. All I care about now is the fact that there is some bitch somewhere halfway across the world who is trying to steal my position. I clench my fists harder, my nails digging into my skin, turning my knuckles white. I'm shaking with pure anger.

I quickly took a hot shower and change into a black leather jacket and a pair of black trouser and a black matching boot and face cap. I got into my car and drove straight to the hotel. I got there just around mid evening and got out of the car. I walked towards the reception and showed the portrait to the two lady on seat but none of them seem to recognize him. I heard them gossip amongst themselves but I'm not in the mood to listen to their gossips. I'm still in my first trimester so I have to find this alpha before my pregnancy grows into the second trimester. It's not really easy carrying this pregnancy at all. I always feel weak and lose consciousness at interval. According to Irene she