Pregnancy Counterattack Novels & Stories

I asked. “Not this early in the pregnancy,” Dr. Mokena said as she entered the room. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I was looking for Chris and I heard Marc’s offer as I walked past. I think it would not only be good exercise for you, but it would be good for you to know a few moves to protect your unborn child in the event that Marc or I aren’t around.” “You fight?” I said with surprise. “We all fight when necessary,” she replied. “It’s why we’re here. Although, admittedly, we have a specific force dedicated to the task.”

“I’m going to let you make the argument so you feel you’ve made it. Then I’m going to tell you why the answer is still no.” His jaw tightened. “Make the argument,” I said. He turned from the window. “You are pregnant,” he said. “Five weeks, accelerated hybrid development, which Dr. Chen estimates means the child is growing at approximately twice the standard rate. The pregnancy is amplifying your power, which means it’s also amplifying the energy cost of using it.” He held my gaze. “You fought this morning’s training session and knocked everyone in a thirty-foot radius unconscious. What happens when that happens in the middle of a battle with eleven witches on the new moon?”

Not my usual type, but I’d make an exception just for tonight at least a pay for going through this mess. Thank God I didn’t fight Dad too hard on the remarriage. How would I have known I’d be gifted with this? I nodded softly. The universe really does reward the patient… or at least the privileged. People kept flooding in through the doors; loud, sweaty, half-dressed—but none of them looked like the girl on my screen. Her mother said she’d be here to let off some steam about the marriage which meant she felt the opposite. Bitter—which would make two of them.

she asked. "I'm not sure," said Dr. Chen. We don't have weeks to create and evaluate a counteragent. Even if I could prevent it, stress could cause a miscarriage. Letting the pregnancy progress quickly and hoping for no issues is the safest option. Elena said, "Dmitri planned this." "He knew that my pregnancy would make me vulnerable at the assembly. He's set everything up to weaken me at the perfect time. Marcus' tablet provided him with information about the activity of the pack territory surveillance system. Outside of Blackwood territory, the feed showed military vehicles with government plates and equipment used for siege warfare or surveillance.

“You must remember at all times that you are not only fighting for yourself. You are fighting while carrying a child, and that means your style must be different. You cannot go into this thinking about attack first. You must stay on defence, control the pace of the fight, and watch for the right moment to strike. If you risk too much and leave yourself open, you will not only lose but you could harm your baby. Do you understand?” I nodded slowly, my hands resting lightly over my stomach. “I understand. I have been thinking about that since I accepted the challenge. I will be careful.” “Good,” he replied, stepping closer. “We will spend most of today on defensive manoeuvres and counterattacks

“We crush the Giants’ advance. We take back our land. We build something safe, something whole. And we do it now.” She stared at me, lips trembling, eyes shining with fear and hope. I rested my forehead against hers. “You won’t fight. Not anymore. Not while you’re carrying our child.” She didn’t argue. Not this time. Instead, she pressed her hand to her abdomen. “A baby,” she whispered. “I didn’t think… after everything… that I’d get pregnant again. Cardan, I’m scared.” I kissed her forehead. “So am I.” I wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

"Yes, Grace, you're pregnant. Happy birthday! This is truly a special day for you. Congratulations, my dear." Overwhelmed with emotion, Grace leapt from the examination table and threw her arms around Ava, holding her tightly. They laughed and cried together, sharing in the joy of this precious moment. After all the disappointment and heartache, this pregnancy was a beacon of hope, a symbol of new beginnings.

“I wish I were there! Girl, you are evil for this.” “Not evil. Strategic,” I corrected, grinning as I leaned back. “Lyra thought she could just walk back into his life like nothing happened. I gave that man-years. I gave him everything. And then she shows up, and suddenly, he’s all healed and faithful? Nah.” Ria laughed again. “But girl… a fake pregnancy? You went all out.” “Please. It’s not fake. Just… suggested. A sonogram is easy to fake when you know the right people. Besides, I’ve got Antonio backing me up.”

“No… they’re responding to it.” Icarra gasped, her hand gripping Lucian’s shirt as another pulse tore through her. The baby. It wasn’t just reacting. It was… answering. “No,” she whispered. “That’s not possible.” But it was happening. She could feel it. A connection forming between her and the things surrounding them. Ancient. Unnatural. Terrifying. Kaelen stepped closer, his voice low, urgent. “You need to control it.” “I don’t know how!” she snapped.

A healer was standing nearby with his head bowing down. I asked him coldly, stepping closer to hear her small whimpers, " What happened to her? Tell me. What can we do to erase her pain?" The healer seemed hesitant to spill the truth. When I hardened my gaze on him, he started speaking in a fearful voice, "Well actually..her pregnancy is difficult. She is carrying a werewolf baby who is sucking her blood and bones off. She will be weak and crybaby all the time. We can't do anything to reduce her pain. But maybe..some distraction would be better."