Pregnancy Romance Novels & Stories

I'm not going into the dirty details, but let's just say we made love underneath the beautiful moon and showed our newly found love in ways we couldn't even imagine. "I can't believe we leave in two days, this time, bringing along a new member of the family," I beamed brightly, rubbing my hands over my stomach as we laid in bed. It had been several days since the night on the beach and Grayson showed his love many ways to me through actions and words. He was such a romantic, it sometimes made me want to cry. Gosh, being pregnant makes my emotions suddenly go everywhere. I was probably around two weeks pregnant. Grayson couldn't get enough of my stomach and kissed it every morning ever since

“Mr. Bryce is it true that you are intimately involved with Ms. Romero?” “Ms. Romero you just stepped out of the hospital with Mr. Bryce, are you by any chance pregnant? Is that how you forced Mr. Bryce to end his relationship with his long time fiancée?” “Mr. Bryce, rumors have been speculating that you are being blackmailed by Ms. Romero because she may potentially be carrying your child, is this true?”

Sasha asked. “Roland is a very wicked man. He doesn't love me, and yet, he got me pregnant!” She snapped. “No, babe, I love you so much. I love our unborn child too. It's just that I gave you what you wanted, and you demanded for another one.” Roland explained. Sasha knew this was one of the pregnancy mood swings, and she pitied Roland because Annabel was one problematic woman.

“Hey, why are you crying?” “I don’t know,” I hiccuped, half laughing, half sobbing. “I just—everything’s been so much lately. And I didn’t know how you’d react.” Roman’s expression softened completely. He cupped my face in his hands. “I’m not going anywhere, you hear me? This baby—our baby—is everything I didn’t even know I wanted.” The way he said it made my chest ache. He kissed me again, long and slow this time, until my hands were tangled in his hair and my pulse was pounding. When he finally pulled back, he rested a hand gently over my stomach.

he barks, shouting in my face. “I… I don’t understand.” “That was the hospital. From your medical checkup. Confirming that…” He pauses, his lips fighting the words. “…you’re four weeks pregnant.” “That’s not… that can’t be right. It’s not possible,” I stutter, my body locking. “You think you’re going to shame me? Make me out to be a sterile man when you’re the one with the problem?” Robert paces like a wild animal released from its cage. “How dare you hide this from me?”

Even when he finally thrusted his throbbing dick into her and proceeded to make the sweetest, most amazing love with her and eventually poured his seed into her, he just couldn't bring himself to pull out of her honeypot which felt even more tighter, sweeter and juicier than ever… Completely blown away, he kept mumbling unintelligible sounds, moaning out her name again and again, making Angelina smile surreptitiously. It seems like those books she had read were right. They had said that early pregnancy makes some women hornier and sweeter down there and she seems to be one of those women… *********

She asked with curiosity. "Like you will become fatter, you will have crazy cravings. Oh my God! I pity Roman. Some women grow big noses, and can either love sex more or hate it like you always hated it." I told her. "That's too much." She pouted. "Some people call pregnancy one of the disadvantages of having sex." I informed her. "I am glad that Roman will work during my pregnancy but I don't want to have a big nose. It will disfigure my beauty and I don't want to hate sex. That's shit is amazing." She pouted.

“Yes, we are married, but we skipped the process of getting to know each other, earning each other's trust, and holding on to each other when things don't go right. It might be overwhelming that I really wanted to try. It will be my attempt at earning back your heart. Even Romeo and Juliet had a difficult love journey, but I'm sure mine and yours will have a different story to tell. What do you think? Should we consider today as day one?” “I’ve got to go.” I said quickly trying to flee from the situation this man was putting me in. Ibrahim squeals in panic, seeing me rushing. “Be careful. You are pregnant and you are carrying my child.” “I'm just pregnant, not sick. I am fine, and my baby is

Azure's gaze locked with Francine's teary eyes, a warmth engulfing his chest and igniting a fierce protective instinct. His sole desire was to be there for her, a steadfast support throughout their shared journey. Tenderly, Azure brushed away the remnants of tears from Francine's cheeks, his touch gentle as a whisper. "I promise, Francine, from this very instant, I shall strive to fathom and embrace your cravings and emotions. Pregnancy, a wondrous and transformative odyssey, deserves the partner you truly deserve."

Although I had already accepted that James didn't love me and even wanted to hurt me, it still tore me apart to see him use a business trip as an excuse to go on a date with Natasha. I didn't want to go tonight, but I knew Natasha too well. If she wanted me to show up, she would make it happen one way or another. Sure enough, not long after, Mom called. "Jenna, you're already six months pregnant, and I haven't seen you since.