Pregnancy Romance Books Novels & Stories

“I thought you knew.” His eyes softened. “Knew what?” “I was always yours.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he kissed me. Slow. Tender. Certain. And somewhere through the haze of happiness, I found myself thinking— Maybe honeymoon rules could start a little early. _____ Julia- My fingers dug into the invitation. The expensive cardstock crumpled beneath my grip. The elegant rose-gold lettering seemed to burn itself into my brain. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED

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She muttered. “Since when” Leonardo saw an empty seat right next to her and sat into it—very courageous of him. She turned to him, since she was pregnant with his baby duh. But Patricia said no such words. “I’m not interested” She gritted through her teeth, a stone-cold expression across her face. But who could blame her really? All Leonardo could do was bury half his face into his palms.

He silenced her with a hungry kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, hands roaming possessively over her body. “None of that matters. Asli's out of the picture a long time ago. You're my woman, my almost stepdaughter slut, pregnant with my child. I'll handle everything. You just focus on my baby.” He led her back to the bed, laying her down gently for once, his touches turning tender yet still laced with lust. As they curled together, his hand splayed over her stomach, Adam whispered filthy promises in her ear, how he'd fuck her through the pregnancy, make her milk heavy tits his playthings, build a life around their twisted love. Nova, conflicted no more, melted into him, the future a hazy, e

“Two babies, Mommy.” I blinked, startled. “Two?” She nodded seriously, like she knew something I didn’t. “I dreamed it. Two babies.” Roman stopped pacing and raised an eyebrow. “Looks like our daughter has intuition.” I laughed softly, brushing a hand through Isabella’s curls. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He walked over and knelt in front of me, his palm resting gently on my belly. “Still,” he said quietly, “two wouldn’t be bad. Double the chaos, double the love.”

Jennifer was now strutting around and flaunting her belly in front of me every day, completely unaware she was carrying piglets. In the days that followed, Jennifer grew unbearably arrogant, pampered beyond measure by the three men who doted on her precious triplets. One day, she barged into my courtyard again, clutching a greasy sausage roll and ordering me to do chores. I turned to look and saw a massive ball of flesh jiggling toward me. Jennifer was not even five months along, but she had already grown so fat that she was unrecognizable. After the Pregnancy Swap System had placed the piglets in her womb, she began resembling a pregnant sow more and more. Pregnant sows had enormous appetit

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

I continue to look at the hotel website, this boutique and beautifully located town in the Swiss Alps. Excitement bubbled up in me as I turned to my husband. “We should spend Christmas here! Just the two of us!” He didn’t respond. Headphones on, eyes glued to his screen, he was too immersed in his game to even notice I had spoken. Not that I was surprised; this was routine by now. I sighed and reached for my phone. If we were going to a luxury resort, I would need something special to wear. Maybe—just maybe—this trip could rekindle something between us.

I ask. He looks at me. “Don’t your books tell you how big of an age gap between children they have their children?” he asks me curiously. I laugh “My books are a little different. The one book, the woman was pregnant almost every year because they loved one another…” heat rushes to my face again. “Jesus Grace, I don’t think that’s healthy. I think your insides need at least two years to heal… I read that somewhere.” He shakes his head. “Do I need to ban certain books from you again?” he asks.

Chris said, "What happened today is the result of the unconditional help Mildred and the Quirks have given the Lawsons. Justin could gamble and lose millions because he knew Mildred would bail him out. And behind Mildred stood the Quirks, so he had no fear." Paige understood the logic. "Don't worry about them too much," Chris said. "It’s not worth your time." Paige nodded reluctantly. "Yeah." Chris knew that although she had said so, she must be feeling a little upset. As such, he closed the laptop, approached the bed, and said, "I'll read you a bedtime story." Chris had the housekeeper buy a bunch of fairytale books after Paige mentioned prenatal education. Paige nodded. Chris picked up a b