Novel & Cerita Pregnancy Story

“That’s our child.” She nodded, her hand trembling slightly. “I feel it. I can’t believe it.” He stayed with her like that, hand on her stomach, eyes locked on hers. The world outside could wait. The past could wait. For now, there was only this—two people learning to be a family, experiencing life’s quiet miracles together.

They tell me that you are further along in your pregnancy than three months have passed. I got the distinct impression that he was trying to pull a fast one on me, despite the fact that he gave off the impression of being in good health and strong. "Believe me, don't be afraid; I've never been like this; however, I want to know what happened when you have someone else in your life; how did you manage to stay here?" "Believe me, don't be afraid; I've never been like this." I let out a long sigh, and then I began to tell him the whole story, starting from the very beginning and going all the way through to the end.

My voice came out as a cry. "Some weeks after, I found out I was pregnant. I was helpless and I had no one to talk to! I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure you would believe me. You'd think I was a disgusting slut, just like everyone else. And now. . ." I let out a strangled cry as I paused to wipe the torrents of tears flowing on my cheeks. I touched my stomach. "I wanted to remove it, have an abortion. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. So I kept it a secret."

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

“Madam Jenkin, congratulations! Your 38th in vitro fertilization is finally a success! Go call your family and tell them the good news!” The doctor patted me on my shoulder happily, but I was frozen in stunned silence. I had gone back to the past, and it was the day when I learned of my pregnancy. My hands trembled as I reached out to cover my belly. The cold sweat on my forehead still remained. As expected, I immediately heard my unborn baby’s thoughts.

I called, "Is there anything you want to do? Or do you have any cravings, we can make a stop for you before heading back to the house," "Damien we were supposed to head back to the house and have a talk about how and why you are suddenly so nice to me, why are you trying to peer away from that now?" Kristen retorted, "I am not doing that." I defended myself, "I don't know how to take care of pregnant women but I do know that pregnant women have unusual cravings, I just thought that maybe you might also 2ant something else, sorry…" "You said you don't know how to take care of pregnant women, maybe if you had taken a look twice at the ones that Lost their children through miscarriage, you woul

The truth would only complicate things further, and I couldn't afford to let that happen. The doctor nodded understandingly, scribbling something on a piece of paper. He began advising me on how to take care of myself during this early stage of pregnancy. He spoke about the importance of a balanced diet, regular exercise, and proper rest. It was a lot to take in, realizing that I had to prioritize the needs of my baby over my own desires. As he continued with his guidance, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of my new reality. Being pregnant wasn't going to be easy. There would be sacrifices to make, cravings to resist, and moments of discomfort and pain. The nine-month journe

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

Rita’s heart raced as the doctor’s words echoed in her ears, a melody she had longed to hear for years. She was pregnant. After endless nights of silent prayers and hidden tears, the universe had finally answered. She imagined the joy lighting up James’ face as she shared the news, a spark to revive their crumbling marriage.

Lisa, clutching her belly, began shouting. "You can't treat a pregnant woman like this! This is outrageous, and you're doing it on camera!" I laughed coldly. "Since when does being pregnant put you above the law?" Then, I turned to the reporter. "And as for you, which company are you from? I'll hold you accountable as well. "I've recorded everything today. Get ready. I won't settle this quietly! "Camilla Diaz, right? Let's see how you fare!" My outburst startled Lisa so much that she forgot to keep up her act.